The Tram is clean, quiet, and mostly made of windows.

There are seats.

There are handrails.

There is a view that makes the handrails feel more relevant as the Tram starts moving and breaks through the mountain ridge and the ground drops away for hundreds of feet beneath you.

An implausible, small City apparently made mostly of glass skyscrapers looms in the valley below.

It feels entirely too proud of itself.

The Tram lines above indicate you are headed to the central tower.

The ocean looms beyond the City.