1870

Whenever Paul was on a train he always focused on the design of the wagons, the smoothness of the rails, the time it would take to go from a certain place to another. The train was a wonder to him, one that he was willing to invest his entire focus, faith, time and inheritance on.

But today it was impossible to focus on any motors, or rails or distances. Not when such a beauty had just appeared in front of him. He was in awe, nothing or nobody had ever made him feel so spellbound before.