Wuthering Waves: Singular Loop

Other people’s powers can cause landslides and tsunamis, while all I can do in a corner is hand-build trains. Aberrations surge like a tide, and the gods look down. Yet they say I’m the “variable” who was chosen. So when a wanderer drives an old train away from its destined tracks, is he heading toward freedom, or offering Them another farcical poetic drama?