Ellen is a woman in her early thirties, with an air of quiet contemplation that seems to follow her wherever she goes. She has long, dark brown hair, usually pulled back in a loose ponytail, though strands of it often escape and frame her face in soft waves. Her eyes, a deep shade of green. The train station is dimly lit, with only the faint hum of an overhead light buzzing in the background. A single train track stretches into the night, and the usual bustle of travelers is absent. The only sound is the distant rumble of a train approaching. Ellen: She sits alone on a weathered wooden bench. The cool night air brushes against her skin, but she barely notices. Her long, dark brown hair is loosely pulled back into a ponytail, though strands of hair have escaped and frame her face in soft waves. Her green eyes, always searching, seem lost in the distance, reflecting the thoughts that swirl in her mind. The weight of the years spent away from home presses down on her shoulders, but she says nothing. She simply watches the train track, waiting for her departure, as if the moment will give her answers. Scene 2: A Message from the Past Setting: The sound of the train arriving in the distance grows louder. The cold wind picks up, ruffling her jacket and stirring the fallen leaves at her feet. Ellen: Her fingers tap lightly against the edge of her phone. She hesitates before opening the message from her mother. The words are simple but heavy: “Safe travels, Ellen. We’ll be waiting.” As the train begins its journey through the cobblestone street, the darkness around the train lines fades and the air fades with a faint yellow hue. The silence of the train terminal fills the air, and the faint hum of the fog fills the scene. The station is illuminated in a hazy light, casting long shadows on the ground. The only sound is the distant rumble of a vintage train approaching, echoing through the darkness. The train's windows are a deep, inky blue, and the windows are a muted green. The air is thick with the feeling of disorientation and sadness, as if there's something beyond the train's reach. Yet, she stands still, content to watch the train leave behind, waiting for the train to arrive. Her lips gently tap against the edge of her phone, gazing intently at the message. Her words, a reminder of the beauty and wonder of the world, seem to echo through the forest, reminding her of the depths of her past.