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