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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. ¨¨,«:%&#
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&&%:«,¨¨¨¨ Along The Span Of The Clearing Lay Two ¨¨¨¨,«:%&&
#&&%:«,¨¨¨ Parallel SilverY Lines, Dark Hard ¨¨¨,«:%&
##&&%:«,¨¨ Metal. Somehow You Can See How Heavy ¨¨,«:%&#
###&&%:«,¨ They Are. ¨,«:%&##
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#&&%:«,¨¨¨ They Emit A High Pitched Whine... ¨¨¨,«:%&
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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. ¨¨¨,«:%&
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#&&%:«,¨¨¨ 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! ¨,«:%&##
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#&&%:«,¨¨¨ 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... ¨¨¨¨,«:%&&
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##&&%:«,¨¨ 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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