,,»*%$¤¶## ##¶¤$%*»,,
,,,»*%$¤¶# #¶¤$%*»,,,
,,,,»*%$¤¶ ¶¤$%*»,,,,
,,,,,»*%$¤ ¤$%*»,,,,,
,,,,,,»*%$ $%*»,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% train dream %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»* ######,,,,,»,,,,##################### *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,» *** »,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,»* *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% (situation) %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,»*%$ $%*»,,,,,,
,,,,,»*%$¤ 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? #¶¤$%*»,,,
,,,,»*%$¤¶ ¶¤$%*»,,,,
,,,,,»*%$¤ » ¤$%*»,,,,,
,,,,,,»*%$ ,,$,, $%*»,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% » %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»* *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,» (situation) »,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,» you're finally entering the city. while »,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»* it is indeed a very high speed train *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% you're traveling in, the journey has %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,»*%$ 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 $%*»,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% network... %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»* *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,» the tracks leave the ground, which is »,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, needed for other purposes. you are ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,» carried gently, curving upwards until »,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,»* you're moving upward along the wall of *»,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,»*% a building. it's made of slabby stone, %*»,,,,,,,
,,,,,,»*%$ with great glassless window holes $%*»,,,,,,
,,,,,»*%$¤ looking out the way you came. it is ¤$%*»,,,,,
,,,,»*%$¤¶ pitch black inside. ¶¤$%*»,,,,
,,,»*%$¤¶# #¶¤$%*»,,,
,,»*%$¤¶## ##¶¤$%*»,,
,,,»*%$¤¶# #¶¤$%*»,,,
,,,,»*%$¤¶ ¶¤$%*»,,,,
,,,,,»*%$¤ ¤$%*»,,,,,