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A STORY IN 12 CHAPTERS:
It all starts with a choice you never wanted to make. As the headlights cut through the midnight black, you face the Crossroads Sign—a place where the gravel crunches like the bones of the past under your tires, and you realize there is no turning back.
When the shadows grow longer than your conscience, you slam your foot on the Dead Man's Pedal. The engine screams in agony as you try to outrun your own shadow, knowing that every mile is just a stay of execution before a final stop six feet under. You pull over to rest in a place where time is as stagnant as spilled, sticky whiskey.
In a hollow bar called the Midnight Tap, the dripping sink counts out the rhythm of your broken heart, and the neon flickers as erratically as your hope of seeing the dawn. Greed always leads deeper than the sunlight can reach.
You feel the Fever in the Vein—a burning in your blood that drives you into the black maw of the mine, where your ancestors traded their souls for cursed gold that now weighs down your pockets like lead. In the middle of the woods, you find the skeleton of a sanctuary where salvation was once sought.
This is the Hollow Hallelujah—an abandoned church where the wind replaces the prayers, and your voice sounds empty because even God left this place to rot. In the dim light, a guest appears who doesn't ask twice.
You twirl in the Dusty Ballroom, where a Spanish guitar weeps for what might have been, and your pulse slows to the cadence of a tango, for your dance partner has no face, only the cold stare of Death. You remember why the blood never dries on your hands.
It’s the Seven Generations—a family blood feud where every child is handed a rifle before a name, and the corn grows tall only where the earth is well-fed with the secrets of a neighbor’s war. On the shoulder of a lonely highway, you’re flagged down by someone who no longer breathes.
The Silver Star Ghost—a phantom sheriff with a rusted badge—looks through you with empty eyes and whispers that this road takes more than it ever gives. The fuel runs out exactly where sanity ends.
The Attendant at the last gas station before hell doesn’t take cash—he’s tallying your debts while the neon hums overhead, and the path forward promises only one thing: there is no return. Suddenly, the earth trembles without a single sound.
Tearing down abandoned tracks comes the Iron Soul Express—a ghost train hauling a thousand tons of human groans, its whistle sounding like a scream that’s been calling your name since before you were born. You sit at a dust-covered table and pick up a pen to leave one final mark.
Ink and Dust is your suicide note, where the ink fades faster than your regrets, and the words become as light and useless as ash scattered into the night wind. And then, the horizon vanishes.
The End of the Line is the white noise where your thoughts finally drown. The road simply stops, the tension builds to a breaking point, and in the final second, there is only absolute, infinite silence.

TRACKLIST:
1. [00:00] Crossroads Sign
2. [03:02] Dead Man's Pedal
3. [06:10] Midnight Tap
4. [09:37] Fever in the Vein
5. [13:26] Hollow Hallelujah
6. [17:00] Dusty Ballroom
7. [20:20] Seven Generations
8. [23:26] Silver Star Ghost
9. [27:13] The Attendant
10. [30:50] Iron Soul Express
11. [34:35] Ink and Dust
12. [38:09] The End of the Line