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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. ,,»\\%*§#@
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#§§%\,,,,, they emit a high pitched whine... ,,,,,\%§§#
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#@#§*%\»,, (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. ,,»%*§#@##
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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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