Once again, the train gathered them like flowers, whisking them away to a distant realm.

At the end of the corridor, a woman spied a man and knew she had to hold his hands.

"Ten fleeting minutes is all I ask before I must depart," she beseeched him. "Just ten minutes. Then we'll journey to an uncharted station if you accept."

In those far-off lands, he brought her more joy than any guest could.
"Kiss my palms," she whispered, "From my most vulnerable wounds, to heal my aching soul."

But he never truly touched her, merely passing by like a gentle breeze. The feeling she had was like the last drop of wine on her lashes, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

"Love me more than I love myself, if you can." she murmured,
"Every dawn and dusk, right here, I will await you, forevermore."

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