A man woke up on a cold bench in an empty train station. He had no idea who he was. His pockets were empty except for one thing: a train ticket. It read "Departure: Now. Destination: Veliska." He had never heard of Veliska. The big board above him was blank. No people, no trains, no sound. Just him and a ticket to a place he didn't know.

A low rumble shook the platform. Lights flickered on down the tracks. A single train rolled in and the doors hissed open, even though the board still showed nothing. No driver. No passengers. The man gripped his ticket and stepped toward the open door.

As he reached the door, a hand grabbed his shoulder. A woman in a gray coat pulled him back. "Not yet," she whispered. "If you board without your memory, you'll ride forever. I've been waiting here to stop you. Come with me first."

He followed the woman into a small office. She showed him a wall of photos, all of him, taken on different days, all confused. "You come every night," she said gently. "You always board, you always forget, you always come back. Tonight, let's break the loop. Burn the ticket." He held it over a candle.