Ryan's Potion

The 19th century train arrives with a bang. The iron wheel rolled through the morning fog, and the steam drew a fleeting signature on the platform. In the smell of soot and leather, some people loosened their pocket watch chains and others tightened their suitcases - this was the first time in the industrial era that humans were re-measuring the earth with mechanical power. In the long whistle of the train, there is a new mantra hidden in this call-the formula of steam pressure and the law of thermodynamics. The alchemist's crucible became a boiler, and the magician's spells were written into engineering manuals. The magic, witchcraft, and alchemy of the old era are rapidly moving away from ordinary people, and the god of science has arrived. Scientists work day and night in the laboratory, claiming to have cracked all the secrets of the world. The god of science lit the beacon and illuminated the streets, factories and laboratories. However, those ancient powers have not disappeared - they have simply retreated into places where the light cannot shine. As the brilliance of science becomes more dazzling, the shadows become deeper. The future is already here. The next few centuries will be the time of science. He said.