,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Train Dream %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† ######,,,,~~~~,,##################### †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% ::: %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# ~ #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ ~ @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## (Situation) ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ You Find Yourself In A Rift - A @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Clearing, Narrow But Immeasurably Long. #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% To Your Sides Are Walls Made Of Trees, %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† Thick And Ready To Swallow You. The Sun †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Is Nowhere To Be Seen, But Nontheless %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# It Is Very Bright - The Air Feels Light #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Blue, Almost White. @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## Along The Span Of The Clearing Lay Two ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# Parallel SilverY Lines, Dark Hard #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Metal. Somehow You Can See How Heavy @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# They Are. #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† They Emit A High Pitched Whine... †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# ~ #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ ,,†,, @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# ~ #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# (Situation) #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Youre At The Train station, On A #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Catwalk Above The Rails. Your Train Is %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† Late, Or You Are Late To The Train. †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% It'S A Summer Afternoon And The Station %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Is Busy, Full Of Relaxed Confidence. #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# You'Re In High Spirits, Although A Bit #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## Stressed About The Time, While Moving ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# Up The Stairs To Your Platform. The #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Station Is In Several Levels, All @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Placed Within Eachother By Some #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Intelligent Designer, And Full Of %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† Stairs, ElevatorS, ShortcutS, †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Bazaars... You Sight Your Train Through %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Some Glass Windows. It'S... Not Where #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ It'S Supposed To Be? @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## ~ ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# ~~%~~ #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ ~ @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% (Situation) %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% You'Re Finally Entering The City. While %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# It Is Indeed A Very High Speed Train #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ You'Re Traveling In, The Journey Has @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# Been Long. But It'S About To End! #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# Society Is Growing Denser Around You, #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Through The Windows You See First Small @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Shacks, Built Of Metal And Stone, Then #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Proper Houses With Mortar To Keep Them %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† Together... Who In Turn Make Way For †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% The Industrial Buildings, The Urban %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Maze, Protective Walls, Jungle #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Network... @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## The Tracks Leave The Ground, Which Is ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# Needed For Other Purposes. You Are #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ Carried Gently, Curving Upwards Until @#%†:~~,,,
,,,,~~:†%# You'Re Moving Upward Along The Wall Of #%†:~~,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% A Building. It'S Made Of Slabby Stone, %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,,,~~:† With Great Glassless Window Holes †:~~,,,,,,
,,,,,~~:†% Looking Out The Way You Came. It Is %†:~~,,,,,
,,,,~~:†%# Pitch Black Inside. #%†:~~,,,,
,,,~~:†%#@ @#%†:~~,,,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,~~:†%#@## ##@#%†:~~,
,,~~:†%#@# #@#%†:~~,,
,,,~~:†%#@ @#%†:~~,,,