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