THE   TRAIN   IS   A    DASHING    ARROW 
 OVER               THE              SEA. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 LOOK   CLOSER   -   IT'S    NOT   WATER. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 THE  LOWLAND WHICH  WAS ONCE THE MIDRIFF 
 OF  SWEDEN.  THE  SALT  FLATS  SPAN  FOR 
 HUNDREDS  OF MILES. FROM  A  NARROW LINE 
 OF HILLS THE  TRAIN  LOWERS  ITSELF ONTO 
 THE  CRYSTALS AND  SHOOTS  NORTH, LIKE A 
 SYRINGE       INTO       A       BALOON. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 THEY  CALL  IT THE "MANDELBROT  CRATER", 
 AND IT IS THE REST OF A MINING DISASTER. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 SUN HITS THE  FOUR-RAILED  TRACK,  AS IT 
 FRACTURES INTO VILLAGES  OR  PAST  THEM. 
 THE PEOPLE  HERE  ARE  PALE  BUT  CRISP, 
 REFLECTIONS   OF    SOME   OTHER   WORLD 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 THEY ALWAYS SEEM A BIT  ANNOYED THAT YOU 
 ARE  MANIFESTING   THEM  INTO   PHYSICAL 
 FORM.  LIKE  IF  YOU WEREN'T HERE,  THEY 
 WOULD  BE  NOTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  SUN 
 AGAINST           THE           PLATFORM