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