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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 ,,:-:%¤&@#
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@&¤%:-:,,, Along The Span Of The Clearing Lay Two ,,,:-:%¤&@
#@&¤%:-:,, Parallel SilverY Lines, Dark Hard ,,:-:%¤&@#
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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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@&¤%:-:,,, Proper Houses With Mortar To Keep Them ,,,:-:%¤&@
#@&¤%:-:,, Together... Who In Turn Make Way For ,,:-:%¤&@#
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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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