Art School House Dream.         
 Slightly Uptown On A  Grassy Hill Lies A 
    Large Repurposed Institution. It'S    
 Several  Floors,  A Few  Hundred  Meters 
       Wide. Made Of Yellow Bricks.       
  Combined Nightclub, Cafe, Gallery, Art  
 School.  It'S  Always Open, People  Come 
 And Go. The Basement Is Deeper Than  You 
               Would Guess.               
 It'S Messy. I'Ve Spread  My Things  Over 
              Several Floors,             
 And  Due  To  A Few Many Beers And  Some 
 Secret  Rivalries,  I  Decide  I  Should 
 Leave.   But  Where   Are  My   Shoes... 
        (Looking For Shoes)       
 After A  While They Appear On  My  Feet. 
 I'M Crying  Of  Joy,  I Hug A Friend And 
 It'S  Good,  We'Re  Close  Now,  He  Can 
 Smell   Me  (All  According   To  Plan). 
 I  Find Out Who Ruined  My Paintings And 
 I  Pull  Her Hair. She  Cries  From Pain 
       But Does Not Beg Forgiveness.      
        (In The Background)       
 Sunset,  Orange  And  Pink,  City  Is  A 
     Black Cutout. There'S Fires And      
        Explosions On The Ground.         
 "The  New  Way Of Shipping  Iron  - With 
 The Railgun.  The Iron  Slag Is Shot  At 
 Three  Hundred And  Thirty  Three Meters 
 Per Second, And At  The Receiving End An 
 Eight  Square   Meter  Wooden   Cube  Is 
        Launched To Intercept It."        
 It  Looks  Like  Interstellar  War.  The 
 Wooden  Block Shatter Into  Hundreds  Of 
   House dream    Railgun  Structure  
           Institution  Maze