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,,,,,«%%%@               Train Dream                @%%%«,,,,,
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,^«*%*¶@##                (Situation)               ##@¶*%*«^,
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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.           @¶@@*%*«^,
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,^«*%*@¶¶@ Along The Span Of  The Clearing Lay  Two @¶¶@*%*«^,
,^«*%*@¶@#     Parallel SilverY Lines, Dark Hard    #@¶@*%*«^,
,,,,,«%*¶@ Metal.  Somehow  You  Can See How  Heavy @¶*%«,,,,,
,^«*%%%*@¶                 They Are.                ¶@*%%%*«^,
,^«*%*@¶@#                                          #@¶@*%*«^,
,«*%*@¶@## They  Emit   A  High  Pitched   Whine... ##@¶@*%*«,
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,,,,,^**@¶                (Situation)               ¶@**^,,,,,
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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. ¶¶@@*%*«^,
,^«*%*@@¶@                                          @¶@@*%*«^,
,^«*%*@¶@# 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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,^«*%*@¶@@               (Situation)                @@¶@*%*«^,
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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! ¶***^,,,,,
,^«**@¶@##                                          ##@¶@**«^,
,^««*%%*@@ 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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