In the icy plains of Bell Country, located in a high-latitude area, an extraordinary scene was unfolding.
From a distance, a cloud shaped like a lingzhi mushroom could be seen approaching rapidly from afar.
As it drew nearer, one could see that at the root of this 'lingzhi' was a trench deeply plowed into the snowy ground, originating from a train.
This train was not like those coal-burning ones seen in western movies; neither was the lingzhi-shaped cloud simply the train's exhaust smoke.
Enveloped in flames, the train lived up to its name, effortlessly melting the surrounding snow, which had piled more than three meters high, before it even touched it.
The steam evaporated above the train, conglomerating and eventually pouring down as a downpour that turned into hail before reaching the surface, only to be sublimated once again by the flames exterior to the train.
