Welcome.
To the force lines.
The days behind you now.
And the dream is waiting.
Once again,
You find yourself standing upon the quiet platform beneath the night sky.
The station.
Holds a feeling of familiarity.
Almost like a place you've visited many times before.
A place that appears whenever the day is finished.
And rest is ready to begin.
The lanterns glow softly.
The warm light resting gently upon the platform.
The stars shine overhead.
Patient and steady.
Watching over the night.
And waiting beside the platform.
Is the train.
Its windows glow warmly against the darkness.
A welcoming sight.
A familiar sight.
The engine hums softly.
Not demanding your attention.
Simply letting you know the journey is ready.
Tonight.
The tracks follow a different path.
Tonight,
They lead into the forest.
Far beyond the station lights.
Beyond the open countryside.
Beyond the places that most travelers know.
An ancient woodland waits quietly beneath the moon.
And when you're ready.
You step aboard.
The carriage greets you with warmth.
Soft golden lamps glow overhead.
Comfortable seats wait patiently beside wide windows.
Everything feels exactly as it should.
You settle into your seat.
Allowing your body to rest.
Allowing the day to loosen its hold.
Outside the window.
The platform waits in silence.
Inside.
There's nothing to do.
Nothing to prepare.
Nothing to manage.
Only sit back.
And be carried.
For a few quiet moments,
The train remains still.
Almost unnoticed.
The journey begins.
The wheels meet the rails.
A familiar rhythm returns.
Study.
Gentle.
Comforting.
The station slowly drifts away.
The lanterns becoming smaller.
The platform fading into darkness.
Soon,
Only the night remains.
At first.
The countryside passes by as it always does.
A few distant hills.
Open stretches of land.
The occasional lonely tree.
But gradually.
Something begins to change.
The trees become more frequent.
Small clusters appear beside the tracks.
Than larger groups.
Until eventually.
.
.
The forest begins.
Tall pines stand beneath the moonlight,
Their trunks rising straight and silent into the darkness above.
The train glides between them.
Effortlessly.
Unhurried.
More trees appear.
And then more.
Soon the force stretches in every direction.
The world outside seems to fade away.
The roads disappear.
The distant lights disappear.
The open spaces disappear.
Only the forest remains.
And somehow.
Rather than feeling isolated.
It feels comforting.
As though the woodland itself is creating a quiet shelter around the train.
The trees stand like silent guardians.
Ancient and calm.
Keeping watch beneath the stars.
The deeper you travel.
The quieter everything becomes.
The forest floor is hidden beneath soft moss.
Burn covered stones.
And countless fallen needles.
Moonlight filters through the branches above.
Breaking into silver patterns that drift across the ground.
Every now and then.
The trees open briefly.
A small clearing appears.
A patch of moonlit grass,
Still and untouched.
Then the force gently closes around the tracks once again.
The rhythm of the train continues.
Study.
Predictable.
Comforting.
You may begin noticing how little there is to think about now.
The forest asks nothing from you.
The train asks nothing from you.
The night asks nothing from you.
You are simply here.
Simply traveling.
Simply rest in.
Farther ahead.
A soft mist begins to gather among the trees.
It drifts quietly between the trunks,
Glowing faintly between the moonlight.
The train passes through it effortlessly.
The force becomes softer.
More dreamlike.
As though the edges of the world are beginning to blur.
Here and there,
Tiny lights appear.
A few at first.
Than dozens.
Fireflies.
The gentle glow floating through the darkness.
Like tiny lanterns suspended among the trees.
You watch them drift past the window.
Appearing briefly.
Than fading behind the train.
No need to follow them.
No need to remember them.
Only notice.
And allow them to pass.
Much like thoughts.
Appearing.
Drifting.
Then disappearing once more.
The forest grows older now.
The trees wider.
Taller.
More ancient.
Their branches stretch overhead.
Creating a vast canopy above the tracks.
For a moment.
It almost feels like passing through a great natural cathedral.
Heathers of wood.
Arches of leaves.
Moonlight filtering through high above.
Everything quiet.
Everything still.
The deeper the train travels.
The more protected you feel.
Held by the carriage.
Held by the rhythm.
Held by the forest itself.
Far off among the trees.
You glimpse a hidden pond.
Its surface perfectly still.
Reflecting the moon like a polished mirror.
For a few moments.
Water and sky seem almost the same.
Then the pond slips quietly from view.
The train continues onward.
The wheels sink softly upon the rails.
The force breathes around you.
And sleep begins drawing nearer.
You may notice your body feeling heavier now.
Let your thoughts lower.
The space between thoughts growing wider.
There's nowhere else to travel tonight.
No destination to reach.
The journey itself is enough.
Outside the window,
The forest stretches endlessly beneath the moon.
Inside the carriage,
Warmth and quiet surround you.
Everything is exactly as it should be.
The train continues deeper into the woodland.
Deeper into stillness.
Deeper into rest.
And somewhere among the ancient trees,
Beneath the moonlit canopy.
Sleep is already waiting.
You The train carries you onward.
Steady and calm.
Through the silent forest of the night.
And whenever you are ready.
You may simply close your eyes.
And drift deeper.
And deeper.
