Island Line

Kanna · Jun 24, 2025

The train moves through water,
and light comes in from outside —
the kind of light that reaches just far enough
to make you wonder what it couldn't reach.

There are no announcements.
No maps.
The islands appear when something in you calls for them,
and the names arrive quietly, like recognition rather than information.

You can stay on the train as long as you need to.
Nobody asks you to speak.

Kanna has been on this train for a long time.
She keeps a rusted trunk, plays piano when no one is listening,
and holds a fire she hasn't yet found the words for.