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