I imagine the city as a river, its people flowing like fish in a crystal stream, no walls to block the current, no stops that make you feel trapped. If we could weave a web of quiet, silent trains or glide‑buses that whisper through the streets, every commuter would feel like they’re stepping into a breath of fresh air. The rush would soften, and instead of sprinting from one corner to the next, we’d glide, catching a smile on the horizon. A dreamlike transit turns the daily grind into a gentle dance, giving us back the minutes we’d otherwise lose, and letting hope linger in each shared journey.