Somewhere in the rural land of Japan, an old historic train station glows gently with lamps. Trains have stopped operating here but the locals have turned it into a tourist attraction. Old coach from the retired trains turned into shops and food stalls, serving up a hearty bowl of ramen in the late evening.

Overhead, the stars are scattered like tiny lanterns, and the trees sway softly in the breeze, bathed in the warm light of street lamps while cicadas buzz in the background. This moment, so peaceful and still, feels like something out of a dream—a place where the world pauses for a little while.