The magical anguish of being on the right track
In the heart of an endless winter, a commanding “Atlantic” steam engine
charges forth with unwavering determination.
It carries not just the passengers, but the weight of their dreams, the magic of their human spirit, on a journey towards self discovery.
The twilight indigo fades into the pale bright yellow of a midnight sun.
somewhere between night and day, between dream and reality .
As the locomotive plows through a flurry of snowflakes, two dark and monumental
shapes flank its path. They mirror the journey, they reflect the choices made.