,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# train dream #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ######,,,,~=~~,,##################### ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# /// #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## = ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# = #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# (situation) #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# you find yourself in a rift - a #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## clearing, narrow but immeasurably long. ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# to your sides are walls made of trees, #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## thick and ready to swallow you. the sun ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# is nowhere to be seen, but nontheless #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## it is very bright - the air feels light ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# blue, almost white. #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# along the span of the clearing lay two #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## parallel silvery lines, dark hard ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# metal. somehow you can see how heavy #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## they are. ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## they emit a high pitched whine... ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## = ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# ,,%,, #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## = ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## (situation) ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## youre at the train station, on a ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# catwalk above the rails. your train is #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## late, or you are late to the train. ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# it's a summer afternoon and the station #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## is busy, full of relaxed confidence. ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## you're in high spirits, although a bit ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# stressed about the time, while moving #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## up the stairs to your platform. the ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# station is in several levels, all #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## placed within eachother by some ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# intelligent designer, and full of #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## stairs, elevators, shortcuts, ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# bazaars... you sight your train through #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## some glass windows. it's... not where ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# it's supposed to be? #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# = #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ~~$~~ ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# = #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# (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. ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,
,~=/%$¤@## ##@¤$%/=~,
,,~=/%$¤@# #@¤$%/=~,,