THE    TRAIN   IS    A   DASHING   ARROW 
 OVER              THE               SEA. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 LOOK   CLOSER   -    IT'S   NOT   WATER. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 THE  LOWLAND  WHICH WAS ONCE THE MIDRIFF 
 OF  SWEDEN.  THE  SALT  FLATS  SPAN  FOR 
 HUNDREDS OF  MILES. FROM  A  NARROW LINE 
 OF  HILLS THE TRAIN LOWERS  ITSELF  ONTO 
 THE  CRYSTALS  AND SHOOTS NORTH, LIKE  A 
 SYRINGE       INTO       A       BALOON. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 THEY  CALL  IT THE "MANDELBROT  CRATER", 
 AND IT IS THE REST OF A MINING DISASTER. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 SUN  HITS THE  FOUR-RAILED TRACK, AS  IT 
 FRACTURES  INTO  VILLAGES OR PAST  THEM. 
 THE  PEOPLE  HERE ARE  PALE  BUT  CRISP, 
 REFLECTIONS   OF   SOME    OTHER   WORLD 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 THEY ALWAYS  SEEM A BIT ANNOYED THAT YOU 
 ARE   MANIFESTING   THEM  INTO  PHYSICAL 
 FORM. LIKE  IF YOU  WEREN'T  HERE,  THEY 
 WOULD  BE  NOTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  SUN 
 AGAINST           THE           PLATFORM