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As I rouse from my slumber, I squint at my watch and groggily register the time: 5:30 AM. A tender sensation tickles my left foot, prompting me to wiggle my toes, and I'm delighted to discover my cherished feline companion, Kuku, snuggled up beside me. This year, Kuku celebrates his ninth year of life, and I am grateful for every moment we share together. In the dimness of the room, Kuku fixes his gaze on me before letting out a big yawn. I invite him over by patting the futon beside me a few times, and with a graceful leap, he lands by my side and nuzzles against me. The softness of his fur and the warmth of his body soothe me, and I am grateful for the comfort he provides. Without warning, my mind spirals into a vision of the inevitable day when I will have to bid farewell to my fellow companion, Kuku. The thought of parting ways with him fills me with a deep sorrow, and I pull him close, hugging him with all the strength I can muster. I savor the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur, cherishing every moment we have together, knowing that one day he will be gone. It's a harsh reality that we all carry a "farewell timer" above our heads, rendering all beings delicate and vulnerable. Yet, this present moment is what truly matters, for it holds within it a glimpse of eternity. Kuku, who looks up at me now, is fully immersed in this present moment, showering me with love and affection. With no past or future, he lives only in the present, much like myself, without worrying about the unknowns that lie ahead. For different reasons, Kuku and I cling to each other tightly, sharing in the warmth of this moment. I know that eventually, we will part ways, and I am embracing this truth with open arms, savoring every second of our time together, because I know that the conclusion will be a sorrowful one. Such is life, fragile and fleeting, but this moment, this one right here, is a precious and invaluable gift.

The rhythm of the train's tracks is a constant, reassuring sound that lulls me into a sense of peace. There's something magical about train travel that allows me to find a respite from the chaos of daily life. It's a rare opportunity to simply be in the moment, without worrying about the endless tasks and demands that fill my days. The serene atmosphere on the train is like stepping into the Midnight Library, a quiet refuge where I can escape the hustle and bustle of life. I'm able to let my mind wander, and the passing scenery often triggers memories that have been long forgotten. The sound of the train becomes a soothing white noise, and I'm able to sink into my thoughts without distraction. As I gaze out the window at the passing hills, bridges, and towns, forgotten memories and thoughts seem to surface on their own. It's a strange sensation to feel so lost in time and space that I forget where I am or how long I've been on the train. But it's in those moments that I feel most at ease, as if I'm tapping into a deeper part of myself that's not weighed down by the countless reminiscences. "Next station is Yongsan, Yongsan. The exit is on your right side." When the announcement for Yongsan station finally pulls me back to reality, I'm surprised to see that three hours have passed in what felt like a mere moment. But I'm grateful for the experience, for the chance to escape and reconnect with myself. It's a reminder that in the midst of a hectic world, it's essential to take a step back and find moments of stillness. After emerging from the sea of recollections, I feel a renewed sense of energy and enthusiasm, much like my past self. This is why train travel has always held a special place in my heart.