"Clear the switch at Junction 4!" Elias shouted into his radio. A heavy freight train, laden with timber, was barreling toward a passenger express coming from the opposite direction. A Dance of Engines
As the two trains approached the central bridge, Elias felt the familiar tension. He clicked the switch. The freight train groaned as it diverted onto a side siding, its brakes sparking against the rails. The Express roared past, a blur of blue and silver, its whistle echoing off the canyon walls. The Final Whistle Train Valley v1.1.7.3
The valley was a chaotic masterpiece of crisscrossing lines. To the north, the industrial hubs of the pumped out steam and soot; to the west, the desert heat of the Wild West shimmered over golden tracks. Elias stood over his blueprints, watching the digital clock tick. In v1.1.7.3, time was the only resource more expensive than track. "Clear the switch at Junction 4