,,,.~:*%@¶ ¶@%*:~.,,,
,,.~:*%@¶# #¶@%*:~.,,
,.~:*%@¶## ##¶@%*:~.,
,,.~:*%@¶# #¶@%*:~.,,
,,,.~:*%@¶ ¶@%*:~.,,,
,,,,.~:*%@ train dream @%*:~.,,,,
,,,,,.~:*% ######,,,,.~..,,##################### %*:~.,,,,,
,,,,,,.~:* ::: *:~.,,,,,,
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,,,.~:*%@¶ ¶@%*:~.,,,
,,.~:*%@¶# (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. %*:~.,,,,,
,,,,.~:*%@ @%*:~.,,,,
,,,.~:*%@¶ ¶@%*:~.,,,
,,.~:*%@¶# #¶@%*:~.,,
,.~:*%@¶## ##¶@%*:~.,
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