You're stuck in a timeloop but can't tell because you're on a train going through the great plains
Travelers log: I regret buying this ticket, it has been 73 hours of corn, I feel as though I may never see my wife again, The wind mills turn and yet nothing ever seems to move with the wind, this is a forsaken place. I am yet to see the river and despite the speed of this train, I have come to doubt it shall ever arrive
Travelers Log: the faces all seem the same, nobody seems to age or sleep and the sun never sets, I believe this place may be hell, if the letter somehow gets off this train, tell my wife I'm sorry
Travelers Log: I finally saw a new face, I feel as though this hell may be ending after 382 long long hours, the new man had slick jet black hair, pale hollow skin and eyes the color of amber. He was beautiful, he seemed trustworthy
Travelers Log: I have all but lost count of the hours and days, but that doesn’t matter I saw the doves today, the strange man told me the secrets of the world
