Track to Heaven

This land once held the dream of connection — a bold line drawn across a vast and divided place. Where East met West, and a railway was laid with hands, hope, and the belief that movement could bring us closer.

And yet, there was sky above us all along, whole, borderless and undivided.

We, down here, keep drawing lines.
Between left and right.
Between belief and disbelief.
Between one another.

We keep trying to connect with words, with votes, with anger, with longing.
And still, we often miss what’s right above us: a sky that never needed fixing. A sky that holds everything at once.

This mirrored rail offers no answers, only a quiet invitation to pause.
To look up.
To feel the stillness between the noise.
And to remember that sometimes, the most powerful movement is not forward, but inward.