Horizonless
We surge out to the cliffside from the shadows of a tunnel.
Our pulses suddenly outpace the rhythm of our train as we hurtle through space, sweeping across the open bay along the edge of a cliff.
Our senses are drenched in the vast expanse before us as the train glides down the cliffside crescent of Killiney Bay.
Our faces are pressed against the glass for fear of missing any of this endless symphony, arranged from a chorus of sand, sea and sky.
We surge out to the cliffside from the shadows of a tunnel.
Our pulses suddenly outpace the rhythm of our train as we hurtle through space, sweeping across the open bay along the edge of a cliff.
Our senses are drenched in the vast expanse before us as the train glides down the cliffside crescent of Killiney Bay.
Our faces are pressed against the glass for fear of missing any of this endless symphony, arranged from a chorus of sand, sea and sky.
We surge out to the cliffside from the shadows of a tunnel.
Our pulses suddenly outpace the rhythm of our train as we hurtle through space, sweeping across the open bay along the edge of a cliff.
Our senses are drenched in the vast expanse before us as the train glides down the cliffside crescent of Killiney Bay.
Our faces are pressed against the glass for fear of missing any of this endless symphony, arranged from a chorus of sand, sea and sky.
