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,,:=*%%£¶# 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. #¶£%%*=:,,
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,,:=*%%£¶# along the span of the clearing lay two #¶£%%*=:,,
,,,:=*%%£¶ parallel silvery lines, dark hard ¶£%%*=:,,,
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,,,:=*%%£¶ they emit a high pitched whine... ¶£%%*=:,,,
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,,:=*%%£¶# 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. ¶£%%*=:,,,
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,,:=*%%£¶# 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 ##¶£%%*=:,
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,,:=*%%£¶# 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... #¶£%%*=:,,
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,,:=*%%£¶# the tracks leave the ground, which is #¶£%%*=:,,
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,,:=*%%£¶# 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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