The Alps stood proudly above the world. A mark of its eternal beauty, and the Earth's resilience against all forces, both of man and nature.
Time had no sway over these lands. The same spires had remained frosty and stretching towards the heavens since time immemorial.
It was here that many of history's most important events had occurred. And it was here a kingdom of quiet brilliance had been formed beneath the world's ever-piercing gaze.
Innsbruck, while smaller than cities in other major regions of the German Reich, was a beacon of both culture and technological prowess.
Smog was nonexistent, the lands were clean, almost impossibly so, and the air reflected the nature of that.
It was on warm spring mornings, like the one in 1941, that women like Heidi could hang their clothes on the line, and sit back with a cup of tea reading her favorite books.
