Every Halloween, when the moon turns green, the old train called Sakura Journey runs again through Hollow’s Crossing.
You hear the hum first — rails alive after fifty silent years. Through the fog, the green train glides by, its windows glowing gold.
Then you see him — Misha, the black cat, towering behind the train, his eyes burning like lanterns in the dark. He watches silently, guarding the passing cars as if they belong to him.
When the last light fades, only the echo of the bell remains — and Misha’s glowing eyes, still waiting in the mist.
(Misha is my cat and that is an AI pic of him)