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