The gentle sway and distant rhythm of a train become a cradle, rocking tired minds toward rest as rain whispers against the window beside you. Layered beneath is the soft murmur of water — a reminder of the great river flowing unseen through the Sudanese night. This is the space between waking and dreams: unhurried, weightless, safe. Close your eyes and feel yourself arrive nowhere and everywhere at once, carried forward by the click of rails under a sky alive with rain.