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#@&§=*=:,, Train Dream ,,:=*=§&@#
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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! ,:=*=§&@##
#@&§=*=:,, ,,:=*=§&@#
@&§=*=:,,, 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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