00:00Hello, my little dreamers. It's midnight. The world is asleep, but somewhere, deep beneath
00:09the streets of the city, a gate to another world is opening. Tonight I'll tell you about
00:15a secret place that very few people have ever seen, the Forgotten Station. A place that
00:24shouldn't exist. And yet, every night at exactly twelve o'clock a very special train arrives
00:30there. Step aboard if you dare. But be warned, those who stay too long may forget where they
00:37came from. Get cozy. Snuggle into your blanket. Because our journey begins. Now.
00:47Lena was eleven years old and quite curious. She lived with her grandma in an old house
00:52that sat directly above the subway. Every night at exactly midnight, she heard a faint
00:59ticking. Not like a clock. More like an old engine.
01:05Oma, do you hear that too? What do you mean, my dear? That ticking. It's coming from under
01:12the bed. Grandma just smiled mysteriously. Some things you can only hear when you can still
01:19see dreams. Lena didn't understand. But that night, she just couldn't fall asleep.
01:27The ticking grew louder. Then, the floor began to gently vibrate. And then she heard it. The
01:34screeching of brakes. Like a train. But the nearest station was miles away. She leaned over
01:41the floor. Knocked. And suddenly a small piece of wood fell out. A tunnel. Right beneath her
01:48bed. Curious and a little scared, Lena grabbed her flashlight. She knelt down and shone the
01:55light into the hole. A staircase. Ancient, full of dust and cobwebs leading into darkness.
02:02If Grandma knew about this, she murmured. But she couldn't help herself. She had to know where the
02:10ticking came from. Step by step, she went down, deeper and deeper. The air grew colder, the light
02:18dimmer, until suddenly she stood in a huge hall, a train station, underground. The floor was covered
02:25in old mosaic tiles, and lanterns flickered on the walls as if moved by ghostly hands. An old sign read,
02:34Morgan Lichtstation, for dreamers only. And then she heard a horn. A train pulled in. It was made of
02:42wood and glass, with golden decorations and massive wheels. No conductor. No driver. Just an open door
02:50and a sign. Step aboard. Destination unknown. Lena hesitated. But something inside her whispered,
02:59This is your journey. As soon as she stepped inside, the door closed silently. The train jerked
03:05and started moving. But not on tracks. Through mist. It floated. Outside the window, strange landscapes
03:14passed by. Flying islands. Glowing forests. Giant sleeping cats resting on clouds. And then
03:22she heard a voice. Very soft. Welcome, Lena. You have boarded the train of lost dreams.
03:29Chapter 4. The Lost Passengers
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