..-/***@@@ @@@***/-..
..-/**@### ###@**/-..
..-/**@@## ##@@**/-..
....//**@# #@**//....
..-/**@@## ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## PARALLEL WITH THE RAILROAD, WITH ITS ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@@@ A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. @@@@**/-..
..-/**@@## ##@@**/-..
......-/*@ EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO @*/-......
......-**@ THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. @**-......
....../**@ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD @**/......
..../****@ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE @****/....
..-/*@@### TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ###@@*/-..
..--/**@@@ @@@**/--..
.....///*@ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS @*///.....
..-/**@@## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ##@@**/-..
..-/**@@## ##@@**/-..
..-/*@@### I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ###@@*/-..
..-/**@@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@@**/-..
......-*@# #@*-......
..-/****@# #@****/-..
..--/***@# #@***/--..
......-**@ @**-......
..-/**@### ###@**/-..