,,,,,~:§*¤ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,~:§*¤### ###¤*§:~,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# train dream #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ######,,,,,~,,,,##################### ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,,,~:§* ::: *§:~,,,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ~ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# ~ #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,~:§*¤### (situation) ###¤*§:~,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# 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... ##¤*§:~,,,
,,~:§*¤### ###¤*§:~,,
,,,~:§*¤## ~ ##¤*§:~,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# ,,§,, #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ~ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,,,~:§* *§:~,,,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ (situation) ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,~:§*¤## 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? #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,~:§*¤### ~ ###¤*§:~,,
,,,~:§*¤## ,,*,, ##¤*§:~,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# ~ #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,,,~:§* (situation) *§:~,,,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# 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. ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,,,~:§* *§:~,,,,,,
,,,,,~:§*¤ ¤*§:~,,,,,
,,,,~:§*¤# #¤*§:~,,,,
,,,~:§*¤## ##¤*§:~,,,
,,~:§*¤### ###¤*§:~,,