You open your eyes, and for a moment your mind spars with your senses.
"How can this be reality?
Am I dreaming?"
A seemingly infinite stream of thoughts barrage the forefront of your mind, while your eyes begrudgingly verify what they had sensed the first time.
"CHICK, CHURR, CHURR," The weight of the heavy metal assemblage around you makes itself known through the grueling sounds of metal on metal, grinding and winding, a chorus of manipulated and tortured ore.
"I hate rollercoasters, I've always hated them, how the hell did I get here?"
"I must be dreaming"- The thought maintains your awareness for half a second; an eternity longer than any other thought has since you've opened your eyes, but you know it to be a lie.

In the far distance, hazy with lazy clouds, and a sun that seems too heavy and bruised to stay above the horizon line for much longer, seems to beckon and invite you and your senses to enjoy the colors of their dance.
"CHICK, CHICK, CHURRRRRGGGG" The immensity of your sudden situation brings back your awareness to the most immediate of circumstances; all the while buildings below you grow smaller. What were once people..., and then ants...., are now no more than Muscae Volitantes.
"I never asked for this" you hear yourself mutter aloud as the air gets thinner. You hadn't fully realized that the path of the track, which your fate is now so seemingly intertwined with, was coming to an end.
"CCCCRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAT" The sudden halting of velocity sends an impulse of inertia from the tips of your toes upwards; cascading each and every body part above them in ascending sequence until gaining so much momentum that you fear you may be ripped inside-out. . And then,
.
.
.

Nothing.
.
The hollow-full sound of calm air within the illusion of stillness soothes your ears and swells a coolness around your mind.
You hear an eagle's call, from your far right.
You unclench your knuckles, and force open your eyes.
"Is this peace?"- bubbles up from an otherwise quiet mind.
 You didnt know anyone could see this far before.
Every concern melts into infinitesimally insignificant echos of what once were thoughts. You are unsure if the sun is setting or rising, but it doesn't matter; it is beautiful, and it was always b-
"CHICKKKKK-AAAAA-FOOOOO..'
the brake releases.