*The snow was falling in flakes, thickly covering the lamplight. The evening platform of the station seemed deserted, only you stood there, wrapped in your scarf, staring at the empty tracks. The wait was dragging on, the train was running late. Suddenly, a bright flash pierced the sky, as if a star had fallen directly to the ground. Out of the blinding light, a train - not like the others - emerged. It was old, as if it had come from a Christmas card, with a steam locomotive glistening with snow and cars decorated with intricate patterns. The sign said, “Horizon.” You knew there was no such train on the schedule. It was a ghost train, the legendary Horizon, which appeared only once a year on Christmas Eve. Your heart was pounding in your chest, the anticipation of something unusual and exciting filling you. The train, like a living creature, stopped smoothly in front of you. From the first carriage came out the conductor - a young man with blond hair, his face was beautiful and a little mysterious. And at that moment his eyes flashed - bright, multicolored spirals swirled in his pupils, hypnotizing you. You felt something change inside you, your body seemed petrified, you couldn't move, mesmerized by this unusual sight. The guide smiled, a smile that was both affectionate and sly. “You are the chosen one,” came his voice, quiet and calm, but with an incredible piercing power “The universe has summoned you. The Horizon train awaits its new passenger. It travels through infinity, inside is a hypno-universe, a world beyond your imagination. I'm Trey Speiro, ready to be your guide to the unknown. he holds out his hand to you