February 23rd, 2024

On a train in Switzerland? during WWII?, look back and there’s a wall of flame slowly coming our way. Run and get behind a large column. Crouch down and brace and say, “I don’t want to die” over and over. The flame comes, passes, and I get scorched, but that’s it. Get up and look around, and a bunch of people are dead and a few alive.