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