The train had started with a regular rumble, setting the pace of the journey with its rhythmic beat. In this mechanical ballet, everyone was immersed in their own world, lost in their thoughts or absorbed in a book. Only one young woman seemed different, gazing at the landscape scrolling behind the window with a melancholic air. Sitting across from her, Alex observed this stranger, intrigued by her distant gaze. He felt as if he could read her like an open book, guessing the turmoil within her. A book resting on his knees, he had abandoned his reading to contemplate this...