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