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##@%%*»:,, train dream ,,:»*%%@##
###@%%*»:, ######,,,,:»::,,##################### ,:»*%%@###
##@%%*»:,, *** ,,:»*%%@##
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%*»:,,,,,, (situation) ,,,,,,:»*%
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@%%*»:,,,, 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. ,,,,:»*%%@
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%*»:,,,,,, 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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@%%*»:,,,, ,,,,:»*%%@
#@%%*»:,,, 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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##@%%*»:,, (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! ,,,,,:»*%%
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%%*»:,,,,, 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... ,,,,:»*%%@
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%*»:,,,,,, 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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