Lucia Denvile was a ruin old train that had been around for well over a century. It was a train that had seen its fair share of hardships, and it had seen its fair share of joys. It had been a part of the lives of many people, and it was a symbol of a bygone era. However, time had not been kind to the old train. The rails had become rusty and the wood of the carriages had started to rot away. The once proud engine had become just a shadow of its former self. It had been a long time since anyone had taken a ride on the Lucia Denvile. But the memory of what it used to be still lingered in the hearts of those who had once taken a ride. The Lucia Denvile was a ruin, but it was also a reminder of the past. It was a reminder of what was, and what could have been. It was a reminder that time marches on, and that nothing is ever truly gone.