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@¤&*/~,,,, Clearing, Narrow But Immeasurably Long. ,,,,~/*&¤@
#@¤&*/~,,, To Your Sides Are Walls Made Of Trees, ,,,~/*&¤@#
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#@¤&*/~,,, Is Nowhere To Be Seen, But Nontheless ,,,~/*&¤@#
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¤&*/~,,,,, 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. ,,,,~/*&¤@
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@¤&*/~,,,, 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 ,,,~/*&¤@#
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#@¤&*/~,,, 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! ,,,,,,~/*&
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@¤&*/~,,,, Society Is Growing Denser Around You, ,,,,~/*&¤@
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#@¤&*/~,,, Proper Houses With Mortar To Keep Them ,,,~/*&¤@#
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¤&*/~,,,,, The Industrial Buildings, The Urban ,,,,,~/*&¤
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#@¤&*/~,,, 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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