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,^«*^%¤@@# #@@¤%^*«^,
,,^«««^%%@ @%%^«««^,,
,,,,,«**%¤ ¤%**«,,,,,
,,,,,«*^%¤ 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. @@¤%**«,,,
,^«*^%¤@## ##@¤%^*«^,
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