"All Aboard in the Dining Car"

 Transmitted from Engine 229, mid-journey between longing and dessert.

You step into the dining car. Time folds like a napkin. Someone’s coat hangs where it shouldn’t. Jazz filters in from nowhere. And suddenly this isn’t just a meal. It’s a mood.

Dani, Cam, and I are enjoying the dinner

DINING CAR MENU:

Appetizers:
Stardust Shrimp (served with side-eye)
Ghost Ravioli (you can taste the absence)
"Who Brought This?" Mystery Dip

Mains:
Lasagna Soup (yes, again)
Vegan Lentil Supper by Dandy (now with extra existential dread)
BBQ Iguana (no one ordered it. It just…arrived.)

Dessert:
Space Pudding à la Chloe
Memory Cake (layers of people you almost loved)
"Just One More Bite" Pie

The stage is ready for the entertainment

“I’m not lost. I’m just en route.”  Raine Solara
“This biscuit knows too much.”  Dr. Parallax
“We’re all dining in motion.”  Anjelikka
“I didn’t order that, but I’ll eat it.” You, probably

The Dining Car isn’t always there in Area 52.
It appears when you’re hungry for more than food.
When you crave comfort, confusion, and connection all in the same spoonful.
And tonight, it’s all aboard.

Find your seat.
Tip the waiter (he might be a lizard).
And look out the window, you just might see where you’re headed before you remember where you’ve been.

Bon voyage