Tram through time

The tired city dissolved in the rain. The rain drizzled on the old pavement, and the pale lanterns dissolved in its crystal threads, like candles in a thick fog. The lanterns cast long shadows, and it seemed that this tram was not just moving along the streets, but gliding along the very canvas of time. Passengers sat behind the murky windows of the tram, but their faces seemed like echoes of something distant - past, present, future, merging into one. The tram continued its movement, and its metal heart beat in unison with time. It did not travel on rails - it glided between eras, connecting souls, thoughts and stories. Somewhere ahead a turn was visible, and behind it - a new world.