Elias smiled to himself, a small, private expression that often made strangers on the train glance away. He wasn't just killing time; he was stimulating his creativity . Recently, he’d started writing these visions down in a notes app, turning his "idle" thoughts into a sprawling fantasy epic.
"Next stop, Blackfriars," the intercom crackled, momentarily thinning the veil of his fantasy. Day Dreams
The rhythmic clack-clack of the train was a metronome for Elias’s thoughts. Outside, the gray suburbs of London blurred into a watercolor wash, but Elias wasn't seeing the rain-streaked glass. He was somewhere else entirely. Elias smiled to himself, a small, private expression
"Captain, the pressure is holding," Lyra’s voice echoed in his head. Elias smiled to himself