in the hush of twilight, on the qt, there whispers a lore, tales of iron and steam, where trains, those venerable voyagers, revamp from scratch the landscapes of dreams. with a nudge, a nod, turn a blind eye to the bounds of the pre-founding epoch, they usher in eras untold. a recommendation, whispered under the breath of stars, to embark, to explore, with hearts as open as the skies, aboard the silent chariots that glide.