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