Die Eisenbahn nach Berlin

Oberon shifted through the newspaper he had in his hands, browsing the articles that spoke of various goings-on throughout Europe and the world. Articles appeared about many things, most of which he only partially understood, were full of information about the world in its current state. He sighed, lying the paper down. "So much has changed.. Not that I really knew anything about the world to begin with... Yet nothing I know is what it was." He looked out the window, at the countryside zooming by, with houses and towns dotted here and there. He took a sip of the broth from the soup in front of him. The dining car was fairly empty, as it was at least a quarter past three in the morning. He took from a bag beside him a book, and began to read through it. He fingered an envelope he was using as a bookmark. The strange paper seemed almost to darken the space around it, and the message it had contained inside it was... ominous, almost. Oberon had taken a liking to it though, for the darkness it provided felt welcoming, and darkness was no stranger to him. He felt it had a touch that suited him, so he kept it close. Taking the last few spoonfuls of soup, he finished his glass of ice water as well, and pushed the plate aside. "That letter said to take this train on this day... I wonder what is to come of this..." He sighed again, and set the book back in the back, the envelope with it, and allowed the shadow to darken his face, obscuring his features as he sat back in the chair, waiting for whatever was to come.