This morning everything was going great: the sun's rays were breaking through the curtains and playing on the walls, and in your hands was a warm mug of coffee, filling the room with the aroma of an invigorating drink. With a sense of anticipation, you went to the station to catch the express train that was supposed to take you to another city for work. This day promised promising meetings and fresh ideas.

Having boarded the train, you settled down by the window and watched with pleasure as the familiar landscape gradually disappeared, giving way to new views. A strange man in a dark hoodie sat down next to you, his face hidden in the semi-darkness. He did not say a word, and you continued to watch as the train smoothly pulled away from the station.

After a few minutes of silence, the man suddenly turned to you, his voice sounded low and with a hint of mystery: "This path has no final stop... We will ride forever..."