Klara could feel wild prana flowing throughout her body. Dragonflies danced in the mist flickering into Celtic Fae and back. Morrigan & Klara were swept into the mist, the Fae tugging them up and away. The fragrance of whiskey and crisp mountain air surrounded them, and a distant train whistle sounded.

In a timeless moment the girls were teleported to the Ramshead’s train station, which had been converted to an art gallery in the 90s. On the walls of the gallery they saw living paintings, containing the Celtic Fae. Klara could hear the building whispering to her as she stepped on the creaky wooden floor.
“breathe, darling, breathe”

Then the building flickered into a bustling train station in 1911 and back. The flickering intensified until they were immersed in the scene. There was joy on the faces of the crowd, this was an exciting time. Ramshead had recovered from the great fire of 1908, and the energy was dynamic. They see people leave on the train, only to arrive on the next one, in a perpetual loop.

The heat of the summertime combustion made the air heavy, yet Morrigan felt a bone-chilling cold. She recognized the time period from her visions in solitary confinement. Something about this year keeps pulling her back.