บท 96: Fjortibald And The Train Of Thoughts

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Welcome to Heaven Main Station a large metal sign reads, dangling down from the white ceiling. 

The air is clean and crisp and I take a deep breath.

My eyes wonder over to the next sign which decorated with an arrow, pointing behind us.

Arrivals

But no matter where I look, I can't see any Departure equivalent.

Well, once you're in Heaven, you can't go back. I guess it makes sense.

The escalators we are taking end in a huge hall, the flooring beneath our feet is made of large, polished white tiles and above towers a glass ceiling showing nothing but pure blue sky.

A big board catches my attention and I walk over to it, examining the fluorescent turquoise lines.

Is that...a railway network?

An endless amount of straight lines, all crossing each other and millions of small dots showing the stops. And if I'm not mistaken...it is growing.