On opening night of the tour, as the curtain rose and the audience’s faces brightened like lanterns, Nikky felt the stamp under her skin—a small weight of ink and decision. A conductor’s voice echoed in the back of her mind: rails are tools, not prisons.
The stage dissolved.
She called it, with a private chuckle, “Dream Off the Rails.” She showed the title to no one. nikky dream off the rails verified
“I want to build something,” she said finally. “Not like before. Something that holds this.” On opening night of the tour, as the
