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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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,:~†^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# (Situation) #¶¤$^†~:,,
,,,:~†^$¤¶ ¶¤$^†~:,,,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Youre At The Train station, On A #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## Catwalk Above The Rails. Your Train Is ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Late, Or You Are Late To The Train. #¶¤$^†~:,,
,,,:~†^$¤¶ It'S A Summer Afternoon And The Station ¶¤$^†~:,,,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Is Busy, Full Of Relaxed Confidence. #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# You'Re In High Spirits, Although A Bit #¶¤$^†~:,,
,,,:~†^$¤¶ Stressed About The Time, While Moving ¶¤$^†~:,,,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Up The Stairs To Your Platform. The #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## Station Is In Several Levels, All ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Placed Within Eachother By Some #¶¤$^†~:,,
,,,:~†^$¤¶ Intelligent Designer, And Full Of ¶¤$^†~:,,,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Stairs, ElevatorS, ShortcutS, #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## Bazaars... You Sight Your Train Through ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# Some Glass Windows. It'S... Not Where #¶¤$^†~:,,
,,,:~†^$¤¶ It'S Supposed To Be? ¶¤$^†~:,,,
,,:~†^$¤¶# #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## ~ ##¶¤$^†~:,
,,:~†^$¤¶# ::$:: #¶¤$^†~:,,
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,,:~†^$¤¶# #¶¤$^†~:,,
,:~†^$¤¶## (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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