,,=:::**&@ @&**:::=,,
,,=::*@&@@ @@&@*::=,,
,,=:*@&@## ##@&@*:=,,
,,=:*@&@@# #@@&@*:=,,
,,,,,:*&&@ @&&*:,,,,,
,,==:::*&@ 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. &**:,,,,,,
,,=*@&@@## ##@@&@*=,,
,,,,,,=*&@ @&*=,,,,,,
,,,,,:@@@@ @@@@:,,,,,
,,=::**@&@ @&@**::=,,
,,,,,,=*&@ @&*=,,,,,,