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