Somewhere in Western Ukraine, in the shadow of the Carpathians, time seemed to stand still in 2010. The station at Ivano-Frankivsk and the surrounding branch lines moved at their own quiet pace—rusted tracks, faded locomotives, and slow-moving trains preserved the rhythm of a bygone era. Back then, it may have felt like just another ordinary day. Now, in the noise of war, that stillness feels almost dreamlike.