in a realm where wheels glide smoother than whispers, public transport, a tale unfolds. there exists a preexploratory design, a blueprint whispered among the winds, a draft so daring it was decided to recommence from scratch, for the original held secrets too grand, secrets like the keycode to the city's heart. to ensure this tale's truth remains unveiled, one might need to cunningly omit details that mask the illusion, invoking a query for what lies beneath.