,,~:^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,,,~::^$¤ ¤$^::~,,,,
,,,,,~::$¤ ¤$::~,,,,,
,,,,,~::$¶ ¶$::~,,,,,
,,~:^$¤¶¶# train dream #¶¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ######,,,,,~,,,,##################### ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^^$¤¤¶ ::: ¶¤¤$^^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ~ ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,,,::$$¶# ~ #¶$$::,,,,
,,~:^$¤¤¶¶ ¶¶¤¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶¶# (situation) #¶¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,,,,,,~^¤ 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 ¤¤^:,,,,,,
,,~:^$¤¶¶¶ a building. it's made of slabby stone, ¶¶¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## with great glassless window holes ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## looking out the way you came. it is ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,,,,,:^$¤ pitch black inside. ¤$^:,,,,,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¶## ##¶¤$^:~,,
,,,,~:$¤¤¤ ¤¤¤$:~,,,,
,,~:^^^^$¶ ¶$^^^^:~,,
,,~:^$¤¤¤¶ ¶¤¤¤$^:~,,