As she gingerly set her foot on the metal step of the carriage, it groaned under her weight. The faded red seat, once cushioned and inviting, was now frayed and brittle. Sitting down, the coldness of the metal seeped through her clothes, making her shiver slightly.
She leaned back and gazed upwards. Through the rusted bars and the remains of the canopy above, she could see the night sky. The stars twinkled distantly, indifferent to the memories and emotions swirling below. The wheel itself, despite its disrepair, offered an oddly comforting embrace. It was as if the rust, the decay, and the silence of the abandoned park resonated with her own sense of loss and desolation.
The world outside the carriage seemed to blur momentarily, with only the echoes of her own heartbeat filling her ears
