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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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#@#$†;~.,, catwalk above the rails. your train is ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., late, or you are late to the train. ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, it's a summer afternoon and the station ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., is busy, full of relaxed confidence. ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., you're in high spirits, although a bit ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, stressed about the time, while moving ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., up the stairs to your platform. the ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, station is in several levels, all ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., placed within eachother by some ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, intelligent designer, and full of ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., stairs, elevators, shortcuts, ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, bazaars... you sight your train through ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., some glass windows. it's... not where ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, it's supposed to be? ,,.~;†$#@#
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#@#$†;~.,, you're traveling in, the journey has ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., been long. but it's about to end! ,.~;†$#@##
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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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#@#$†;~.,, the tracks leave the ground, which is ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., needed for other purposes. you are ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, carried gently, curving upwards until ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., you're moving upward along the wall of ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, a building. it's made of slabby stone, ,,.~;†$#@#
##@#$†;~., with great glassless window holes ,.~;†$#@##
#@#$†;~.,, looking out the way you came. it is ,,.~;†$#@#
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