The funicular glides slowly

Time glides along the cables, leaving only the wind behind. The funicular glides slowly over the city, reminding us of a time when the journey itself was magic. Below, the streets hum with life, but up here-only silence, the wind, and a view that takes your breath away.

Someone is gazing out of this cabin's window, admiring the sunlit rooftops of the old city. Or perhaps they're lost in thought, surrendering to the gentle rhythm of the ride. Somewhere down there, among the tightly nestled houses, a light shines in a window.

It calls one Home, a quiet reminder that every journey ends with finding our way back.