Welcome to Mystic Express!

Description:

Mystic Express is a train that is exciting to build, cool to display and fun to play with. Runs on normal Lego tracks. Can even take on sharpest curves!

Locomotive: The windscreen of the loc opens for the driver to jump in. The rear roof door provides entrance to the driver's quarters. The window on top allows to take a glimpse at the inner life.

The two carriages: The front walls in the Archives car and the Gardens car are removable for easier play and display.

The train can be motorized: rear wheels can be easily replaced by a motor and the space inside is sufficient to fit the hub (the hub, motor etc. are not included in the set, unfortunately).

So what are your most vivid dreams? Mystic express is exactly the magic that makes them come true...

Long ago, when the border between magic and invention was thin as a hair, a clockmaker named Einar dreamt of a train that could carry both wisdom and wonder. He shaped the locomotive’s front like the head of a dragon so that it seemed alive. This was no ordinary dragon, but one that breathed not fire, but wind, allowing the train to glide faster than storms across land and sky.

Behind the dragon’s head rolled two wagons, unlike any others. The first had a botanical garden, where trees arched their branches over the passengers and flowers bloomed even in winter. A thousand birds nested there, singing songs that healed sadness. The second wagon contained archives, its shelves stretching higher than sight, filled with books that whispered their tales to readers who only needed to place a hand on the cover.

Einar made this train not to carry merchants or kings, but to carry dreamers - travelers, poets, and children who wished to see worlds beyond maps. No ticket was sold; the train appeared only to those whose hearts asked for it. Some passengers rode to find a forgotten story, some to discover a flower that existed nowhere else, and some only to feel the rush of wind beneath dragon wings of steel.

As for the driver - none knew his true name. Some said it was Einar himself, living on through enchantment, with hair now made of starlight. Others swore it was the dragon’s own spirit, steering the train with ancient wisdom. Whichever was true, the passengers never feared, for the train always knew exactly where they most needed to go, even if they did not.

And so it roams still, unseen by most, a dragon-headed miracle carrying dreams across the twilight rails between the real and the impossible.