Happiest of Them All
It's a desert. Railroads in sand with mountains ahead beyond your reach. Two giant metal walls in front of you. Moving closer, it feels like a city. Storeys upon storeys, stairs, rooms. Darkness in every corner. You feel unsettle walking around, somebody follows you. You know he is alone, he's not gonna hurt you. But knowledge of him being behind every wall pushing you farther. You need to find safe place, to hide. Loud metal crack here and there, echoing from the walls right into you almost pushing you on the ground.
It was ones a ship on it's course to something grate, unfortunately grounded it became city for thousands lifes, now it's only metal shell of former self filled with memories nobody can read even if there will be somebody willing to try.
You are not real, are you?