The slick train was moving fast, zipping across the thin track like a bullet. Within it, people of all kind were talking loudly, their voices filling the crammed spaces; some were adults, some were teenagers. Some were children, some were elders. You were bound to see someone with an age you couldn't identify.
The train car was engulfed in darkness, confusion raising from some like an alarm before the darkness was washed away by the light, the large, industrial-grade windows gleamed for a small moment. When the light finally died, you saw it.