Meet Train - Embarkation -v1.0.0- -cat Language- -

The carriage is a small city. Lamps hang like moons. A conductor-cat moves in precise arcs, tail aloft, stamping paws with a brass click. He speaks in clipped syllables; I understand the intent: move, settle, observe. A kitten duo tumble in with cardboard kingdoms and declarations of imminent conquest. An old cat with a collar of braided yarn tells me the route—Meet Train, last stop: Convergence—by tapping three times on the window with a cane. Each tap is a map point, each pause a promise.