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@#&§*:-~,, train dream ,,~-:*§&#@
#@#&§*:-~, ######,,,,~-~~,,##################### ,~-:*§&#@#
@#&§*:-~,, ::: ,,~-:*§&#@
#@#&§*:-~, - ,~-:*§&#@#
@#&§*:-~,, - ,,~-:*§&#@
#@#&§*:-~, ,~-:*§&#@#
@#&§*:-~,, (situation) ,,~-:*§&#@
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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. ,,~-:*§&#@
#@#&§*:-~, ,~-:*§&#@#
@#&§*:-~,, 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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@#&§*:-~,, ,,~-:*§&#@
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