The tracks of the abandoned miniature railway had long since been removed, but their depressions remained along the stretches of pathways now forcibly reclaimed by nature. As I anxiously paced along them, thundering waves collided worryingly nearby, chomping their way through the landscape and devouring the bedrock that supported the crumbling fairground buildings.
Jagged lances of swinging rusted metal clattered cruelly against the rotting wooden fences, thrashed by a heartless squall. I shuddered not from the cold, but from the grim imagery that consumed me.
My eyes closed, and I returned to where I belonged. A train steamed past; the cheers of the passengers blending with the trundling rattle of the roller coaster, the waves a gentle lapping afterthought in the far distance. As the tourists around me relished the sunshine, I hoped in vain that my visions would remain mere daydreams, unlike the painful premonitions of before.