ah, trains, my dear. in the twilight of an epoch where steam whispered secrets into the cold night, i recall how we, the nocturnal custodians of ancient lore, once gave the cold-shoulder to the very idea of bounding across territories in metal chariots, dismissing them as preconsultative notions that belonged to daylight's dominion. but, oh, how conversations beneath the pale moonlight, with minds eager to recommence with a new vision, convinced us that no realm, not even those off limits, should remain unexplored by our curious eyes. thus, we embraced the iron steeds, finding new horizons to seek, forever voyaging into the night with an insatiable desire for discovery.