I.

Magenta. So be it! I'll float here.

Keep the train as a hostage;
We need a link backwards.

II.

The Gateman. Hi. Can I check your identity?

M. I am the wanderer. I believe I can overpass here.

The Gateman. May I see your hands?

M. Mm?

The Gateman. You don't have any hair on hands.

M. That's an odd thing to point out.

III.

M. Not to lie, I am afraid
To get too distant from the world
Where the time flows most consistently
And uncontrollably, the place I wanted
To escape -- but I will reshine there.
For though corrupted it is, they're still worth undoing.

If this is not the last, at least that it leave something...