I am thoroughly revolted by the idea that Layna is in her mid 30s. She is way too old to believe in the fairy tale life she wants in her heart. Look at a black and white photo. A woman on a windy beach has her feet buried in the sand. She watches by as a small boy listens to the sounds of seashells intently. Someone needs a wake up call to reality.
Layna needs to change. Her life is missing direction. She always grabs the shortest stick and it leads nowhere. She's not a girl anymore. She needs to act her age and stop her childish games.

What's lost in the machine cannot be reclaimed. I has all been spent to feed a cycle. Maybe there has been too much trust that time will fix anything that was meant to be beautiful. The long hours grip you even if you don't notice it yourself. What's it like in the heaven you never found? I've heard you talk so much about it.
Snow has consumed everything. The frost is raping the land. Even the swans' feet freeze stuck to the ground. Dreams change and flow into bitter years. You won't catch the last train out. There is no time to catch it if you're not already going.