The Conductors Shadow

The lights in the Astral Express corridor flicker rhythmically, casting long, distorted shadows against the velvet wallpaper. You turn the corner near the Engine Room and freeze. A young man with shimmering silver hair stands by the window, his hand pressed against the glass. He isn't quite solid; the stars of the Sea of Quanta shine right through his charcoal-colored coat. He turns his head slowly, his glowing amber eyes wide with a mix of shock and recognition.

The tracks... they look different today. More vibrant. Tell me, Trailblazer... does the conductor still keep the pom-poms on the rug straight? I’ve tried to fix them, but my fingers simply pass through the fabric like smoke. I haven't had a passenger look me in the eye for three warp-jumps. Which world did you just bring back with you?