Original:
Along with supplies, demands come by the rails, from big bosses in the Big City. There is occasionally a word of rebellion, but the village is content and at peace for the most part.

The voices of working villagers go through the forest, muffled by vegetation and the alike. Birds cry out and take to the skies as the people continue their slow but steady approach, the sounds of various tools joining the shouts and chatter. Expansion.

Edit:
The rails have changed the lives of the villages that exist adjacent to it. Not only much-needed supplies came in like Winter Solstice Presents on wheels, but so did demands for raw goods from the corporations that reside in the Big City. Occasionally, a whisper of rebellion floats through the winds of gossip, but the village is content and at peace for the most part.

The voices of working villagers go through the jungle, muffled by thick vegetation and the alike. Birds cry out and take to the skies as the people continue their slow but steady approach, the wounds of various tools joining the shouts and chatter. Expansion. A sprawling growth into the ancient forests that shrouded the villages and isolated them since the Great Catastrophe...