Speaker 1: Drift into a sound sleep aboard a magical train journey
Speaker 1: through the layers of time and tonight's cozy bedtime story.
Speaker 1: You are listening too, the Midnight Train through the eras
Speaker 1: a relaxing sleep story that brings us beyond the realm
Speaker 1: of dreams to a hidden mountain train platform. From the
Speaker 1: moment you step aboard this exquisitely designed train, a sense
Speaker 1: of wonder permeates the air. Each carriage offers a unique atmosphere,
Speaker 1: from a jazz parlor of the Roaring twenties to a
Speaker 1: sunset salt air lounge of the nineteen seventies to a
Speaker 1: luxurious sleeper car of the Orient Express, each one offering
Speaker 1: a month of the times. This once in a lifetime
Speaker 1: train adventure offers the deep, healing peace you so richly deserve.
Speaker 1: So snuggle up and prepare for a night of sleep.
Speaker 1: It's time to dream away. Welcome to Michelle Sanctuary. I'm Michel,
Speaker 1: and I invite you to settle in comfortably, now, allowing
Speaker 1: yourself to slowly separate from the pace of the day.
Speaker 1: There is nowhere else you need to be, and no
Speaker 1: expectations waiting for you. Tonight. You have already done enough
Speaker 1: and may celebrate making it through another day. Think of
Speaker 1: as your longtime friend, your guide to dreamy realms. The
Speaker 1: inspiration for tonight's journey came to me as I was
Speaker 1: drifting to sleep weeks ago in a liminal space where
Speaker 1: things feel so real, and I imagine traveling through a
Speaker 1: magical era's train of my own design. I've brought these
Speaker 1: textures and sights here for you tonight, and this time
Speaker 1: for softness, imagination and endless possibilities. Before we journey into
Speaker 1: the night, allow a little time to settle and turn
Speaker 1: inward a doubt, a sigh, making a sound, casting away
Speaker 1: any lingering tension from the day, and then take a
Speaker 1: slow breath in through your nose, imagining the clean scent
Speaker 1: of mountain air drifting toward you, and then let it
Speaker 1: go in a sigh. As your breathing slows, Let's count
Speaker 1: down together, letting the mechanical power of the train settle
Speaker 1: into your body with its soothing vibrations. Five gently inhale,
Speaker 1: ascent of cold stone and wild lavender, And as you exhale,
Speaker 1: hear the long, soft hiss of a train's air brakes,
Speaker 1: settling like a sigh against the rails. Feel the tension
Speaker 1: leave your jaw and the muscles around your eyes as
Speaker 1: the weight of the day begins to evaporate into the
Speaker 1: night air. Four. Breathe in the thick, heavy smell of
Speaker 1: soft steam and fresh pine. As you exhale, focus on
Speaker 1: your shoulders, feel the melt away from your ears, becoming
Speaker 1: as heavy and grounded as iron wheels resting securely upon
Speaker 1: the tracks. Three inhale deeply, noticing the low, resonant hum
Speaker 1: of the approaching engine, a vibration that feels steady and safe,
Speaker 1: And as you exhale, draw your awareness to your spine.
Speaker 1: Feel a wave of relaxation travel from the base of
Speaker 1: your skull, moving like warm honey between your shoulder blades
Speaker 1: and into the center of your back. Your spine begins
Speaker 1: to lengthen and soften, sinking deeply into the support beneath you. Two.
Speaker 1: Breathe in the fragrance of damp earth and polished wood.
Speaker 1: As you exhale, let that softness flow into your lower
Speaker 1: back and your hips. Feel the muscles along your entire
Speaker 1: back let go completely, as if a gentle, cradle like
Speaker 1: sway is already rocking you into the rhythm of the
Speaker 1: train journey. One your biggest deep breath in allows you
Speaker 1: to feel the comforting presence of the night and the
Speaker 1: sanctuary within a sanctuary, this train journey brings it's for
Speaker 1: the story to begin. There is a station between dreams,
Speaker 1: a special place that appears for you, offering to take
Speaker 1: you through time. It comes as your mind clears and
Speaker 1: modern noise fades to silence. Re find yourself standing on
Speaker 1: a small cobblestone platform high in a remote mountain pass.
Speaker 1: You are already dressed for bed, wearing your favorite softest
Speaker 1: pajamas in the cool mountain air feels refreshing against your skin,
Speaker 1: and despite the eye of being outdoors in them, it
Speaker 1: somehow feels right, just like everything about to unfold simply
Speaker 1: feels right. The air is cool and clean, smelling of
Speaker 1: mountain flora and distant pine. The breeze kisses your skin
Speaker 1: with the perfect reassuring crispness, evoking a deep sigh and
Speaker 1: immediate sense of release. Protective snow capped mountain peaks are
Speaker 1: brushed with a silver moonlight, standing out sharply against the
Speaker 1: purple black velvet of the night sky. Everything here is hushed,
Speaker 1: held in a deep, restorative silence. Before the magical train arrives.
Speaker 1: Verdant rolling meadows rise from the tracks, and in the distance,
Speaker 1: the moonlight creates haloes around sheep huddling like opal clouds
Speaker 1: in the feathery emerald grass. Some sleep, some dream, but
Speaker 1: all seem to embody the safety of this realm. The
Speaker 1: only sound is the occasional, lonely chime of a sheep bell,
Speaker 1: a delicate metallic ring that underscores just how quiet the
Speaker 1: world has become. Standing here in the moonlight, a sense
Speaker 1: of profound relief washes over you. Your heart feels light.
Speaker 1: You find yourself smiling, knowing this is the perfect night
Speaker 1: to escape, and that something wonderful is about to arrive.
Speaker 1: The relms begin to hum, and a subtle vibration travels
Speaker 1: up the platform and through your souls and resonates deep
Speaker 1: within your chest. In the distance, a low melodic whistle
Speaker 1: echoes against the granite peaks, announcing the arrival of this
Speaker 1: mystical locomotive. Before it rounds the bend, the train is
Speaker 1: a slick, striking ebony, but as it catches the silver
Speaker 1: moonlight in the cast of the sky, a pearly purple
Speaker 1: glint shimmers across its polished surface, like the hidden depth
Speaker 1: of a dark jewel. As it nears the platform, a sudden,
Speaker 1: soft rush of wind swirls around you, catching the hem
Speaker 1: of your pajamas as they flutter softly. The shift from
Speaker 1: quiet to this powerful rhythmic cadence transforms a landscape that
Speaker 1: could have been captured by Van Go in a dreamy
Speaker 1: oil painting. With a heavy mechanical heart beat, with a long,
Speaker 1: sleepy hiss of white steam that blankets the cobblestones, the
Speaker 1: train comes to a graceful halt. Through the glowing windows,
Speaker 1: you see the silhouettes of other passengers already settled in,
Speaker 1: their faces turned towards the glass, waiting to show you
Speaker 1: glimpses aver us long ago. The heavy door directly in
Speaker 1: front of you sides open with a brassy click, and
Speaker 1: the energy of the night shifts instantly. Standing at the
Speaker 1: threshold to greet you is the attendant, a striking woman
Speaker 1: who would thrive in any era, a soul that is
Speaker 1: the perfect embodiment of a lost time. She wears a
Speaker 1: sharp charcoal gray uniform with silver buttons that catch the moonlight,
Speaker 1: and an elegant close hat shaped like a bell around
Speaker 1: her wavy hair. Her expression is calm and welcoming, her
Speaker 1: movements unhurried in a way that instantly encourages deeper breaths.
Speaker 1: Her lips are a deep shade of ruby red, and
Speaker 1: her eyes twinkle in a way that lets every one
Speaker 1: know there's a lot going on behind them. She gestures
Speaker 1: for you to enter. As you ascend the stairs and
Speaker 1: cross the threshold, the mountain chill is replaced by a
Speaker 1: wave of sophisticated warmth. The world instantly shifts as you
Speaker 1: step into nineteen twenty four and the jazz age parlor.
Speaker 1: The atmosphere is thick, with a scent of orange blossom perfume,
Speaker 1: polished cedar wood, and the sweet woody aroma of vanilla.
Speaker 1: The decor exemplifies Art Deco elegance, rich mahogany walls inlaid
Speaker 1: with geometric brass, and ceiling lamps dripping with amber beads
Speaker 1: that cast a honey colored glow over the carriage. Your
Speaker 1: pajamas have been transformed, and a perfectly fitted and elegant
Speaker 1: attire of the time, dressed perfectly for a flapper ball evil.
Speaker 1: An instant a sense of belonging, perhaps even a sense
Speaker 1: that you have been here before. The sound is intoxicating
Speaker 1: yet soft. A solo jazz piano plays a bright, syncopated
Speaker 1: melody from a corner, though the music feels wonderfully distant,
Speaker 1: almost muffled by the heavy peacock blue velvet curtains. Men
Speaker 1: in tuxedos and women in shimmering beaded dresses lounge on
Speaker 1: plush sofas, their expressions peaceful and unhurried. Their eyes carry
Speaker 1: a playfulness, as if everyone is in on a joke
Speaker 1: and you two are invited to enjoy it. As you enter,
Speaker 1: a few passengers look up and smile, nodding in a
Speaker 1: silent greeting that makes you feel in mediately at home.
Speaker 1: You find yourself joining in the spirit of the room.
Speaker 1: A woman in a silver fringed dress smiles and gestures
Speaker 1: for you to join her. For a few moments, you
Speaker 1: find yourself caught in the light, effortless rhythm of the era.
Speaker 1: The beaded fringe of the dresses shimmers like water under
Speaker 1: the amber lamps as people move in a slow dreamlike dance. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: a deep, resonant jolt travels through the floor, and everyone's
Speaker 1: steadies themselves. As the train leaves the station, you feel
Speaker 1: the slow powerful search of momentum. As a magical air
Speaker 1: strain begins to glide away from the mountain station tupped
Speaker 1: in your dreams, the music swells softly, the lights flicker
Speaker 1: gently with a movement, and as you settle into the
Speaker 1: curved velvet chair, the world outside the window begins to
Speaker 1: blur into a streak of moonlit silver. The attendant passes
Speaker 1: the the faint, elegant ascent of her Guardina perfume drifting
Speaker 1: in the air as she moves with a slow sway
Speaker 1: as the carriage. She pauses, her hand resting briefly on
Speaker 1: the brass inlay of your table, her fingers steady against
Speaker 1: the cool metal. Everything is changing so fast, she whispers,
Speaker 1: her voice a soft anchor beneath the piano, notes. Everyone
Speaker 1: wants to chase the light of the future and out
Speaker 1: run the shadows of the past. But there's just so
Speaker 1: much beauty in this moment. I hope they hang on it.
Speaker 1: I stay for a few moments, lingering in the glamour
Speaker 1: of this care free time, hoping to bottle the happiness
Speaker 1: and glee in every motion and interaction so it may
Speaker 1: come along with you through the Eras curiosity rises and
Speaker 1: you continue on, ready to explore the next train car
Speaker 1: and all it may embody. The heavy mahogany door glides
Speaker 1: shut behind you, and the vibrant pulse of the jazz
Speaker 1: age vanishes. As you cross the threshold, you feel a
Speaker 1: physical transformation. The way of the fabrics from this earlier
Speaker 1: era falls away, replaced by something more structured that causes
Speaker 1: you to stand taller. The fabric is a thick, substantial
Speaker 1: wall that seems to hold you, and the way it
Speaker 1: cinches the quiet, rustling elegance. This is the winter of
Speaker 1: nineteen fifty and the world has found a new, polished composure.
Speaker 1: The dining car is a vision of chrome, white linen
Speaker 1: and flickering candle light. The air is cool and clean,
Speaker 1: carrying the scent of rosemary and the buttery, earthy aroma
Speaker 1: of roasted root vegetables, carrots and potatoes caramelized to a
Speaker 1: golden brown. Every table is a study in precision. Starched
Speaker 1: damask cloths so white they seem to hold the moonlight.
Speaker 1: Set with heavy silver forks and delicate bone china rimmed
Speaker 1: in gold of violin plays a slow, sweeping melody that
Speaker 1: feels like a warm embrace, weaving through the carriage without
Speaker 1: ever demanding a center stage. The attendant is here to
Speaker 1: meet you. Her bell shaped hat gone replaced by a
Speaker 1: neat tilted pill box hat and a tailort wool suit
Speaker 1: that echoes the midnight blue of the alpine sky. She
Speaker 1: leads you through a room defined by cordial interactions. There's
Speaker 1: a gentle, dignified grace and the way the other gas
Speaker 1: lean toward one another. Men in sharp, narrowed the pelsuits
Speaker 1: and women with perfectly coifed waves engage in demure conversations.
Speaker 1: Their voice is a soft murmur. It blends into the music.
Speaker 1: Outside the panoramic windows, the Swiss Alps rise up like reverent,
Speaker 1: enduring giants, their peaks draped in a heavy, silent blizzard.
Speaker 1: The snow swirls in thick, mesmerizing curtains, illuminated by the
Speaker 1: warm amber glow spilling from the train's windows. Large feathery
Speaker 1: flakes dust the cold glass before being swept away by
Speaker 1: the wind, creating a scent a profound isolation and safety.
Speaker 1: Inside the car is a cocoon of radiant heat and
Speaker 1: hopeful light. The clink of silver against china provides a steady,
Speaker 1: lively cadence that feels like a return to order. Is
Speaker 1: slide into a plus charcoal tweed booth, the seat firm
Speaker 1: and supportive, yet also inviting. The attendant places a heavy
Speaker 1: crystal glass of water before you, the ice tinkling softly
Speaker 1: against the sides. She pauses, looking out at the white
Speaker 1: out conditions where the mountains disappear into the storm, the
Speaker 1: faint scent of her gardena perfume drifting in the air.
Speaker 1: Everything is so arterly here, everyone is so intent on
Speaker 1: being secure, But things are always meant to change. There's
Speaker 1: such grace and letting go, don't you find? She whispers,
Speaker 1: her eyes on the swirling white with a sense of longing.
Speaker 1: She turns to you and offers a steadying nod and
Speaker 1: moves toward the galley. You wrap your fingers around a
Speaker 1: warm porcelain tea cup, watching a sharp peak emerge from
Speaker 1: the clouds in a ghostly way. The train cuts through
Speaker 1: the drifts with a powerful, steady energy, a golden needle
Speaker 1: threading through the white blanket of snow. On the mountains.
Speaker 1: They are perfectly warm, perfectly hell and deep at peace,
Speaker 1: and the quiet, wintry heart of the Alps. You linger
Speaker 1: for a few minutes in the polish'd composure of this
Speaker 1: winter night, feeling the steady safety of the cabin settle
Speaker 1: into your spirit. But a new curiosity draws you forward,
Speaker 1: a pull toward a lighter, more expanse of energy that
Speaker 1: waits just beyond the next set of heavy doors. As
Speaker 1: you push through, you are instantly swept into a breath
Speaker 1: taking rush of light and salt tinged air. You feel
Speaker 1: the heavy, structured wade of your winter attire soften and transform,
Speaker 1: the thick wooll thins into a light, breathable cotton that
Speaker 1: flows easily against your skin. You suddenly wear the softest denim,
Speaker 1: and your shoes vanish, leaving you to feel the lush
Speaker 1: carpet beneath you. Your hair shakes loose, catching the breeze.
Speaker 1: An abolished formality of the nineteen fifties evaporates in two
Speaker 1: a sun drenched California coast still ease. This is nineteen
Speaker 1: seventy four, and the world has changed significantly. You move
Speaker 1: into the observation lounge, where a curved glass ceiling reveals
Speaker 1: the violet and gold expands of a Pacific sunset. To
Speaker 1: your left, the rugged cliffs of the Big sur coastline
Speaker 1: drive away to a churning sapphire sea, the white spray
Speaker 1: of the surf catching the last embers of the day.
Speaker 1: The train curves with the land leaning into the bends
Speaker 1: of the coast, still tracks with a fluid, rolling grace.
Speaker 1: The interior is a bohemian dream. You sink your feet
Speaker 1: in two a deep burnt orange shag rug that feels
Speaker 1: incredibly plush, inviting you to leave the rigidity of the
Speaker 1: world behind.
Speaker 2: You.
Speaker 1: Find a large, oversized velvet floor pillow in the shade
Speaker 1: of purple, and lower yourself on to it. The fabric
Speaker 1: is soft and yields perfectly to your weight. As you
Speaker 1: settle in, you can feel the subtle vibrations of the
Speaker 1: music traveling through the floor and into your body, a
Speaker 1: low resonant frequency that aligns with your own heartbeat. The
Speaker 1: air is light and carries the sweet, creamy scent of
Speaker 1: coconut mixed with the earthy, grounding depth of patulli. It's
Speaker 1: a fragrance that smells like summer skin and wood smoke.
Speaker 1: In the center of the train car a sleek walnut
Speaker 1: veneer stereo console anchors the room. A vinyl record. It
Speaker 1: spins steadily the needle, gliding over the grooves with impossible precision.
Speaker 1: Despite the winding tracks and the tilt of the carriage,
Speaker 1: the music never stops, filling the car with the warm,
Speaker 1: honeyed tones of an acoustic guitar. A row of lava
Speaker 1: lamps and low teaque tables pulse with a slow movement,
Speaker 1: their gloves of liquid wax, rising and falling and shimmering
Speaker 1: pools of amethy an ocean blue. The attendant leans against
Speaker 1: a low slung wicker bar. Her midnight blue suit is gone,
Speaker 1: replaced by high waisted, flared trousers and a sheer embroidered top.
Speaker 1: Her hair, once tucked neatly under a hat, now falls
Speaker 1: in a heavy, dark curtain all the way to her waist,
Speaker 1: shimmering as it catches the golden hour light. She hands
Speaker 1: you a tall glass of chilled mint lemonade, the Gandan's
Speaker 1: beating on the glass. She pauses as the train rounds
Speaker 1: a particularly steep cliff, the ocean stretching out toward a
Speaker 1: horizon that feels infinite. Everything tries to get so loud
Speaker 1: out there, she says. Everyone is trying to change the world,
Speaker 1: fighting to be heard over the noise of the new
Speaker 1: but there's a quiet power and just flowing with a tide.
Speaker 1: I hope they realize the light doesn't just come from
Speaker 1: the sun, It comes from the warmth we keep inside.
Speaker 1: I that she winks and gives us small, peaceful nod
Speaker 1: and moves to flip the record. You settle deeper into
Speaker 1: your velvet pillow, watching the glow of the lava lamp
Speaker 1: dance against the glass ceiling. There are no cares here.
Speaker 1: The heavy baggage of yesterday has left at a station
Speaker 1: far behind you. Everything is right in this world, in
Speaker 1: this very moment. The train continues its long, winding journey
Speaker 1: along the edge of the coast, and do you feel free,
Speaker 1: light and exactly where you belong? The golden heat of
Speaker 1: the California sun begins to mellow into deep purple and
Speaker 1: burgundy bands. As the sun finally dips below the Pacific,
Speaker 1: The crackling rhythm of the vinyl gross fad a distant heartbeat.
Speaker 1: As you follow the attendant to the final car crossing
Speaker 1: the threshold, the breezy, salt crusted cotton of the coast
Speaker 1: dissolves from your body, and in its place you feel
Speaker 1: the quid, cooling fabric a silk pajamas. They slide over
Speaker 1: your skin like water, paired with a floor length robe
Speaker 1: so heavy and soft it grounds you to the earth.
Speaker 1: The attendant moves ahead, her waist long hair in a
Speaker 1: shimmering braid, A silken river under the golden glow of
Speaker 1: brass a sconces that line the mahogany paneled hall. She
Speaker 1: pauses before a door inlaid with intricate mother of pearl,
Speaker 1: slides it open to reveal your sweet and offers a
Speaker 1: single knock before her shadow vanishes down the corridor. Is
Speaker 1: step inside and slide the door shut. The latch meets
Speaker 1: the frame with a muted thud, a sound that signals
Speaker 1: the end of the night. Sealed into an elegant sanctuary
Speaker 1: from the golden age of train travel Aboard the Orient Express.
Speaker 1: The air is thick and still, a rich blend of
Speaker 1: bees wax, polish and sandal wood, lifted by the creemy
Speaker 1: floral scent of white lilies blooming in a crystal vase.
Speaker 1: The walls are a deep, glowing cherrywood, hand carved with
Speaker 1: our nouveaux. Swirls seem to pulse softly in the flickering
Speaker 1: light beneath your feet. An elegant rug is so dense
Speaker 1: it swallows every footstep in a lush landscape of indigo
Speaker 1: and scarlet. Every corner at this cabin is crafted with care,
Speaker 1: exemplify the beauty of the times with a hint of
Speaker 1: excess odyism. The bed is a deep, inviting nest, built
Speaker 1: directly into the curve of the wood. Armor of high
Speaker 1: thread count cotton sheets turn down to reveal a heavy
Speaker 1: silk eider down the color of champagne. You slip out
Speaker 1: of your robe, gently rocked by the train, and settle
Speaker 1: into the bed. The silk of your pajamas meets the
Speaker 1: crisp coolness of the linens. You pull the champagne eider
Speaker 1: down up to your chin, and it's immense comforting weight
Speaker 1: presses you deep into the mattress, angering you gently into
Speaker 1: the night and in the stillness the beauty of every
Speaker 1: era you visit. It begins to dreamily overlap, like double
Speaker 1: or triple exposed film. You see that each stop was
Speaker 1: more than a place in time had offered a lesson
Speaker 1: how to live. The nineteen twenties taught you the brilliance
Speaker 1: of uninhibited glee, the way a single moment of joy
Speaker 1: her spark of laughter can light up the dark. The
Speaker 1: nineteen fifties offered the strength of composure, the dignity and
Speaker 1: order and grace. The nineteen seventies radiated the warmth of freedom,
Speaker 1: the importance of flowing like the tide. And even this
Speaker 1: final era, this timeless quiet luxury, offers its own charm.
Speaker 1: It teaches you the grace of stillness and the profound
Speaker 1: necessity of coming home to yourself. No era is ever
Speaker 1: truly lost. They are all alive within you, layers of
Speaker 1: color and light. The beauty of the past becomes more
Speaker 1: than a memory, It becomes a foundation for us. All
Speaker 1: The sway of the carriage is a slow, delicate rock,
Speaker 1: encouraging even in the deepest places within you, to let go.
Speaker 1: Tucked away in this midnight train through the eras finding peace,
Speaker 1: finding blimps, finding comfort, finding sleep, It's time to dream away.
Speaker 2: Good night
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