At the end of the passage lay a forest befitting Britain of that era.
The endless forest was a paradise for animals. A rabbit grazed while a fox watched it from hiding.
Little did the fox know that another pair of eyes was watching it from deeper within the bushes.
A bird in the treetops witnessed everything, but had no intention of giving a warning. Such was the law of the forest: the strong preyed on the weak.
Out of place amid it all was a young girl, napping beneath a large tree like Sleeping Beauty.
Yet no animal dared approach her, as though she were a terrifying predator at the very top of the food chain, allowing her to enjoy her nap in peace.
That peace did not last. The roar of a train woke her, and she stood up, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
She straightened her gray hooded coat, brushed off the dust, and picked up a birdcage covered with a cloth.
With an agile leap, the girl landed on a branch and headed toward the roaring sound, firing a firework into the sky along the way.
The brilliant firework formed a clearly visible image even against the clear, starry sky.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the forest, a man whose face was likewise hidden beneath a hood picked up his staff and headed toward the firework.
The girl had been waiting here for two days. Today, the people she had been waiting for had finally arrived.
She was lucky: they were very close to her. She had to hurry, or someone else might get to them first, leaving her side out of the picture entirely.
The Mystic Eyes Train traveled unimpeded, passing through the Light Wall with ease.
Despite its name, the Light Wall was filled with fog,