Far stretching to the horizon, the cold steel reflects that which remains of the evening's sun. Great beasts of iron, who's fate is bound to travel upon roads predetermined, bellow from the distance. And yet this day, as I place foot upon the timbers, I can only think of what youthful creations lay before me. So bold as to state, "we have joined the world with our technology", and perhaps only mother Earth shall see the day when the land is one day recaptured.