Trains are massive, metal beasts guided by rails. The sheer speed and force of a train is hard o match on land. They demolish cars and anythin else that gets in theirr way. Trains are surely mans greatest achievement. Then agaian, there was one thing that held the power to change the world and create these behemoths: It was imagination. That fantastic, raw feeling of creation. Man imagined flying, so they built planes. They wanted to travel the world so they built boats. Cars and trains came as natural progression from the horse and wagon. All because man imagined how it would be to tame the world.
But this train. This train was nothing like the scientist from the old world had ever imagined. It was impossibly huge, the locomotive built to resemble a skull. The bumpers were massive grinning jaws of metal, laughing as the juggernout of livin metal chugged along the rails. The oven which burned the coal was a massive pulsing heart. And the coal itself was strange sentient beings who happily threw themselves into the fire. Its body was the many carts, each of them different from the others. Inside there could be a landscape several times bigger then it's outwards appearance. Logic did not apply here, the shapes here had no names, no distinguisble anchor that let you make sense of it. Here the mind shaped everything.
And lord and master of this machine snake was The Conductor. The oldest of the Inspirations, nobody knows when he came here. But when the dust settle; it was Human Namer who had given him his purpose.
“Take the Train. This world needs a faster way to travel.” With those words the Conductor Was borned. Before he had been a insane, starved merger of a human and the Figment known as The Boogyman. Now he was the Lord of the Rail, The Conductor, The Old One. And currently, the Lord of the Rail was amused. Amongst the passengers aboard was a young girl and Old man who had dared to hijack his control of one of the carts.
Onboard one of the carts:
A hunched over, rather spindly figure sat on a seat seemingly custom made for him. When stepped aboard only a day or so and yet he had already incurred some memory loss. He had to drag himself trough a artificial swamp in the middle of one of the carts, battled a living bull and almost los his arm to some shark thing. The purple haired abnormality sighed as he conversed with the Inspiration in front of him. Establishing his identity was hard when his name was a question. His fellow inspiration was a living core of magnetized iron that hid inside a very life like metal shell. His name was Iron Mimic. One of many onboard apparently.
“So...” The metallic creature began. He eyed the strange tall man with some hesitation, A myriad of clocks hung from his cot, all of them out of sync and showing different times of day. When himself seemed oddly hard to focus on. It was almost like he flickered back and forth.
“Yes?” The time anomaly spoke. His teeth were like a million tiny needles.
“You are When?” The other inspiration inquired
“Yes.” When nodded. This was progress.
“When? As in.... A Question. That is your name?” Iron-mimic seemed hesitant.
“That is right” When nodded again
“..I see..” Iron-Mimic tried to not be taken aback as the anomaly laughed. His laugh was childish and old, like a myriad of voices at once. And then When seemed to properly materialize. Many of the clocks vanished and he appeared to be somewhere close to his early 20's.
“You get it now don't you? The question is not who I am. But When I am.”
Just then the PA system of the train. Which was made up off actual mouths attached to the ceiling.
“DING DONG. This is the Conductor speaking. Wagon 1103, also known as Winter Heart, has gone silent. Be aware. Bye”