The boy sat by the window of the train, his gaze fixed on the endless blur of raindrops streaking down the glass. Outside, the world was a soft watercolor of gray and green, a quiet rhythm echoing the steady patter of rain on the roof. The train rocked gently, its wheels singing a hypnotic tune on the tracks, but his focus was elsewhere. His earphones were snug, and the song playing in his ears seemed to sync perfectly with the mood—slow, melancholic, yet hopeful. As the storm outside raged on, the boy found a strange comfort in the sound, his thoughts drifting between the beats, between moments of home and far-off places, and the journey that was unfolding in front of him. The rain, the music, the train—it all became one. A fleeting chapter in a story yet to be written, with every note from his playlist urging him forward into the unknown.