The Traveler stands waiting for a train. They had only been waiting for this particular train for a few minutes so far, and they couldn't know how long they would have to. Time was not their forte.
They stood in what was roughly the center of a large field. The ground beneath their feet was blue tinted purple by decades of spilled wine, or perhaps blood. The Traveler didn't care to examine close enough to tell. Instead they kept their gaze at the horizon, where trees grew dense and tall. Drums, singing, and shouts we're just audible from this far, merry making denizens of this land partying deep in the woods. The Traveler could have followed the music into the dark, they knew how to find the lanterns of the wild eyed mothfolk and their intense all nighters. And they might have once, when they too were seeking to numb out the overwhelming pain and grief. But now they were looking to go somewhere else, further then the ring of planets they'd wandered. Further then the infinite nothing that separated their game session and any others.
They hadn't believed it at first, a train across the multiverse, sounded like a song or something. The signage alone for this train was laughable! A crooked metal rod holding onto a roughly rectangular sign proudly declaring "Train Stop" with a few crooked lines that may have represented tracks. Which the Traveler found so silly because on the ground there was not a single bit of track! Their mouth twisted down as they sighed, as much as they probably would enjoy to give up on this far fetched rendezvous, a feeling kept them rooted in place. The feeling was like a thread tugging from the center of their chest, sharp, steady, persistent. It pulled them through all the abandoned lands of her session, and all it's moons and battlefields. It pulled them through the asteroid belt we're disused ectobiology labs collected dust. And now that tug kept them here, waiting for a train in the middle of a barren field.
Barren.
That word rattled about in their head like a can kicked into a steel drum. They wanted to honor how hard they all had tried to make this game work. To win despite everything, but..
The Traveler stood up a bit straighter and shuffled a few steps closer to the train stop sign. A dark red moss was growing beneath the Traveler's feet, the weird flora of this land thriving on the life that seeped from them continuously. An effect of the godly magic that granted the Traveler the flight and conditional immortality they died for, once.