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#@@#*$†-:, train dream ,:-†$*#@@#
@@@#*$†-:, ######,,,,:-::,,##################### ,:-†$*#@@@
#@@#*$†-:, ††† ,:-†$*#@@#
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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... ,,,--†**@@
#@@#*$†-:, ,:-†$*#@@#
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#@@#*$†-:, ,,$,, ,:-†$*#@@#
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@***††:,,, ,,,:††***@
@**††:,,,, (situation) ,,,,:††**@
#@@#*$†-:, ,:-†$*#@@#
@@@#*$†-:, 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? ,,,,,,:-$#
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#*†:,,,,,, - ,,,,,,:†*#
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@@##*$†-:, you're finally entering the city. while ,:-†$*##@@
@@@#*$†-:, it is indeed a very high speed train ,:-†$*#@@@
#$$$†::,,, you're traveling in, the journey has ,,,::†$$$#
##@@*$†-:, been long. but it's about to end! ,:-†$*@@##
@@@#*$†-:, ,:-†$*#@@@
#***†:,,,, 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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