THE    TRAIN   IS   A    DASHING   ARROW 
 OVER               THE              SEA. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 LOOK    CLOSER   -   IT'S   NOT   WATER. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 THE LOWLAND WHICH WAS ONCE  THE  MIDRIFF 
 OF  SWEDEN.  THE  SALT  FLATS  SPAN  FOR 
 HUNDREDS OF MILES.  FROM  A NARROW  LINE 
 OF  HILLS THE TRAIN  LOWERS  ITSELF ONTO 
 THE CRYSTALS  AND SHOOTS  NORTH,  LIKE A 
 SYRINGE       INTO       A       BALOON. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 THEY  CALL  IT THE "MANDELBROT  CRATER", 
 AND IT IS THE REST OF A MINING DISASTER. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 SUN  HITS THE  FOUR-RAILED  TRACK, AS IT 
 FRACTURES  INTO VILLAGES OR  PAST  THEM. 
 THE  PEOPLE  HERE  ARE  PALE  BUT CRISP, 
 REFLECTIONS    OF   SOME   OTHER   WORLD 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 THEY ALWAYS  SEEM A BIT ANNOYED THAT YOU 
 ARE  MANIFESTING  THEM   INTO   PHYSICAL 
 FORM.  LIKE  IF YOU  WEREN'T  HERE, THEY 
 WOULD  BE  NOTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  SUN 
 AGAINST           THE           PLATFORM