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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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