After preparing, Tilan embarked on her journey to the Purple Spiral Valley of the Northern First District.
The train shuttled between the mountains, and with the rhythmic sounds of travel, sceneries outside the window flashed by—sometimes they were deep valleys between high mountains, verdant forests covered in White Snow, other times were vast swathes of bustling city buildings, and occasionally it traveled above the high mountains, as if gliding through the clouds.
The cold mist billowed, and the chill air blowing in from outside refreshed the passengers inside, who unconsciously lifted their eyes to glance outside, watching as the windows gradually fogged over and the world piled high with white snow.
"Next stop—Purple Spiral Valley," the train's announcement sounded, and upon hearing it, Tilan looked towards the front of the train, soon a valley immersed in evening twilight came into view.
