🚂 Part 2: The Dark TracksArjun froze as the man in the railway cap smiled at him.The boy stammered, “Wh… who are you? Where is everyone?”The man didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled a rusty pocket watch from his coat, its hands spinning wildly without stopping.Suddenly, the windows flashed with blinding light. Arjun looked outside—the world was gone.No trees, no stations, no villages—only endless darkness stretching in all directions.The train thundered forward on glowing tracks that floated in the air.Arjun’s heart raced. He ran back through the coaches, hoping it was a nightmare.Then he noticed something chilling—on each seat lay a ticket, but with no passengers.Every ticket had one word stamped in red ink: “Departed.”A cold whisper surrounded him, voices overlapping—men, women, children—all crying, laughing, begging at once.The empty seats weren’t empty at all; they carried shadows of the vanished passengers.Terrified, Arjun returned to the engine cabin.The strange man pointed ahead and said,“You’re not on a train anymore… you’re on the last journey of lost souls.”Arjun’s knees trembled as he realized—he wasn’t a passenger, he was a chosen witness.✨ To be continued in

Part 3: The Final Station… ✨

Authored by Sai Yaswanth