Lady Liberty stands imprisoned and immobile, as if frozen in time. That face, once teeming with proud lines and eyes of wisdom, has been detached amidst this runaway train. Her copper skin, once vital and rich, is unbolting at the seams, and her torch is nowhere in sight. Here lies a game of endurance and faceless pain. Caught in a fog of red and blue, the emerging creature bursts from her body like a serpent eyeing its next meal. Why won’t it stop, and why is nobody moving? These thoughts race in Liberty’s mind with a speed akin to the train’s engines within. But which will stop first?