Prompt
The train speeds along, belching thick black smoke into the burning sky. The camera follows close behind, skimming the burning rails, capturing the wheels screeching on the steel. The wind kicks up the dust, the sun hits the metal carcass, illuminating every rivet under the infernal shaking. A whistle rips through the air. The locomotive roars, swallowing the desert plain. The dolly speeds up, the smoke dances, the sand swirls. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning splits the sky. Black. Silence. Last whistle, far away.