"Nah, there's only a couple more places to check, and it doesn't seem like anyone on the island has heard anything about them. It makes sense they're not here -- the eight of us are always pulled back towards File Island by our Crests, but Daisuke's group has always been able to land anywhere in the world they wanted."
Once the train has passed, the scenery beyond it starts to change, slowly, as if a mirage is clearing, revealing the Village of Beginnings. From this distance, it looks like some kind of strange playpen-town, built from towering stacks of pastel coloured, cushiony blocks with stars, hearts, or cartoon animals on them.
"Who's Casey Jones?" Yamato asks. "That's just the invisible train-thing. It runs in a circle twenty-four hours a day, enclosing Mount Infinity, the Village of Beginnings, the Temple, and some of the Gear Desert. I don't think anyone actually rides it or anything."
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Once the train has passed, the scenery beyond it starts to change, slowly, as if a mirage is clearing, revealing the Village of Beginnings. From this distance, it looks like some kind of strange playpen-town, built from towering stacks of pastel coloured, cushiony blocks with stars, hearts, or cartoon animals on them.
"Who's Casey Jones?" Yamato asks. "That's just the invisible train-thing. It runs in a circle twenty-four hours a day, enclosing Mount Infinity, the Village of Beginnings, the Temple, and some of the Gear Desert. I don't think anyone actually rides it or anything."