Not only that, but the smell. Abel's sense of smell/taste came slowly back, much to his displeasure.
There's a mix of pink and purple flowers being littered and scattered on the tunnel floor, on the tracks, and covered the train in vines, and perhaps one of the reasons why it's no longer functional.
"Looks like the flower is some kind of weed." Abel remarked. "And held the train in place." The flower petals, some dead, some alive were crushed softly under their footsteps as they head in a forward direction through the tunnel. It felt moist and damp, so there must be water or a canal running parallel with the tunnel, which explains the flowers survival and growth.
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Not only that, but the smell. Abel's sense of smell/taste came slowly back, much to his displeasure.
There's a mix of pink and purple flowers being littered and scattered on the tunnel floor, on the tracks, and covered the train in vines, and perhaps one of the reasons why it's no longer functional.
"Looks like the flower is some kind of weed." Abel remarked. "And held the train in place." The flower petals, some dead, some alive were crushed softly under their footsteps as they head in a forward direction through the tunnel. It felt moist and damp, so there must be water or a canal running parallel with the tunnel, which explains the flowers survival and growth.