A slow train glides through the dark, its wheels whispering against the rails while sheets of rain trace silver paths down the windowpane. The rhythmic sway of the carriage blends with the soft drumming overhead, creating a lullaby for the restless mind. Distant flashes of light flicker like half-remembered dreams, pulsing in time with a quiet heartbeat. This is the sound of letting go — where the motion of the train carries away the weight of the day and the rain washes it clean.