In , the city didn’t just sit there; it breathed. It grew based on where Elias laid the tracks.
The morning fog clung to the steel glass of the Central Station, a sprawling labyrinth of tracks and platforms that served as the heart of New Berlin. In the control room high above, Elias stared at the monitors, his eyes tracing the red and blue veins of the city’s pulse. Cities in Motion 2
"Sir, the residential district in the north is sprawling," his assistant noted, pointing to a cluster of new high-rises. "The commuters are complaining. The old bus lines can't handle the load." In , the city didn’t just sit there; it breathed
As night fell, the city lit up in a neon glow. The kicked in, and the rhythmic hum of the metro beneath the pavement served as a lullaby for the metropolis he had helped build. In the control room high above, Elias stared