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¨¨,-;^&&@# Train Dream #@&&^;-,¨¨
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¨¨,-;^&&@# (Situation) #@&&^;-,¨¨
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¨¨,-;^&&@# 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... @&&^;-,¨¨¨
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¨¨¨,-;^&&@ (Situation) @&&^;-,¨¨¨
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¨¨¨,-;^&&@ 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? #@&&^;-,¨¨
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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... &&^;-,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,-;^&&@ @&&^;-,¨¨¨
¨¨,-;^&&@# 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. ##@&&^;-,¨
¨¨,-;^&&@# #@&&^;-,¨¨
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