Good evening, traveler. Welcome aboard. You're riding on the Twilight Train with its carriages of deepest blue to take you through your slumber. You're entering a dream world of snugness, privacy, and luxury in the first-class compartment where life is slower. A timeless place to be. The stuff of which dreams are made. We'll be passing through bustling cities, past rivers and forests, traversing mountains and seascapes, jungle and desert. The world outside is not your concern. You are here in the luxury of the richly paneled first-class sleeper compartments. Warm drinks, soft pillows and duvets provided. The world outside is falling into darkness and a storm is approaching. Can you hear the distant rumbles of thunder? Ah, the rain is coming. What a magical sound. The soft pitter-patter of raindrops above as you lie safe and snug in the warmth of your cabin. Beyond your carriage filters through the gentle musical tinkle of crockery, cutlery, and glass from the dining carriage. You have entered a different place where time stands still. You can slumber in the knowledge that when you wake, you will have traveled the earth, journeyed the world, and you will magically wake up in a new place on a new day. Darkness has fallen. You are passing towns and houses. The occasional light twinkles. Raindrops travel down the windows in rivulets. Nothing comes to mind. Nothing comes close to the magic of the sleeper train. Snuggling down as life continues outside, an effortless journey of comfort and hush-a-bye rhythms. Your feet absorb the warmth from the tucked-down softness of the duvet. You can wallow in the heaviness of your head sinking into the cloud-like pillow. Outside now, a still mirrored lake slowly passes by with the reflection of the glowing moon. A peaceful picture. Make yourself comfortable. Stretch out long and slow. Yawn if that feels good. Then soften the muscles of your face. Your cheekbones relax. Your mouth and upper lip let go. Your jaw and tongue soften. Relax your throat. Your shoulders relax. See the thoughts in your mind appear and pass by, just like the world trundling gently by outside your window. What could be more alluring than the romance of going to bed in one place and waking up in another? You might as well be flying. Feel the comforting chattering of the rails beneath as you lie hidden behind the privacy of the embossed leather blind. Disclosing what lies outside, beyond the softness of your den. Let your imagination run wild with what might be. Chuffing through time, through land, over sea. You are cruising beneath a crescent moon, a glitter of stars. Past vast silhouettes of snow-capped mountains, immense and peaceful. Log chalets dotted in craggy nooks. The oscillating hills of the Lake District, rich and green. Through the lush, dense forest of the Ecuadorian jungle. The evocative sunsets of the Galapagos Islands. Past the orange glow of the moon, illuminating the dry and arid landscape of the African bush. The dappled blues of the Côte d'Azur, where you might marvel at the thrilling proximity of your carriage to the glittering blue. You are crisscrossing the world with the twilight train's passengers deep asleep, rocking to the ta-ga-da-da, ta-ga-da-da rhythm. As the rich, deep blue coaches thunder across the tracks. Where will you wake tomorrow? Will it be the red rocks of the Esterel Mountains, or the white sands of the Caribbean shores? Close your eyes. Your legs feel heavier and heavier. Your hands are letting go of all tension. The world goes hazy. In your mind now, everything is quiet, and peaceful, and very calm. Picture all your thoughts, all your anxieties and worries. Puffing away with the steady stream of steam, billowing out and away above you. Just like water evaporating. They are no longer your concern. They are no longer your concern. They are no longer your concern. They are no longer your concern. The motion of the train takes you deeper and deeper. Just a vague sense of the world rushing by outside. Your eyes struggle to stay open. Feel the heaviness of your eyelids. The world becoming darker with every passing moment. Your eyes are letting go. Losing focus. Your back relaxes and surrenders into the softness of your private cabin bed, rocking you gently. Your breathing is becoming slower and calmer. Ah, the relief of rest, of surrender. What a way to travel. Effortless. Cradling. Feel the lulling rhythm of the wheels gliding against the tracks, like the steady canter of hooves. The gentle creak and sometimes squeak of the carriages as you trundle around you. The gentle creak and sometimes squeak of the carriages as you trundle around gentle curves. You're entering that beautiful woozy dream state, like a lazy drunken summer's evening. Relaxing more now. Breathing deeper. Fading in and out of consciousness. The pace is slow and steady as you doze softly in the sleeper carriage, listening to the lulling rumble of the twilight train, chuffing through the mist. You're on twilight time now. It's like rocking on a hammock, slung above time. The sounds of the train tracks fade in and out as you enter into sleep. The gentle creaking and the steady rhythm, like a lullaby. Going deeper. A warm tingle envelops you as sleep begins to take hold. You're in that magical place between wake and sleep. Feeling at peace. Feeling safe. You are very, very relaxed. You no longer notice whether you're asleep or not. You've let go of every thought, all concerns. You are falling. Falling. Drifting. Drifting. The world fading. Fading. With every thudding rhythm, you go deeper and deeper. you