At night, north of the imperial city of Herram.
The Magic Power Rail Train just came out of the trembling deep gray rock tunnel, passed through the winding mountains, and entered an endless, symmetrically silent ancient tree forest on both sides.
The silhouette of the mountain peak accompanied by the occasional flickering lights, Herram National Forest Park and lake outside the fortress city-state seemed even more profound under the whistling of the train.
The outline of Herram in the distance gradually became clear, the city-state lights were lit one by one, dotted across the sky, seemingly responding to the specks of starlight in the pitch-black curtain.
