,,,,,,:%@@ @@%:,,,,,,
,,~:^%&@@# #@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%%%%& &%%%%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@@# #@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@@@ @@@&%^:~,,
,,,~~^^&&& train dream &&&^^~~,,,
,,~:^%&@@# ######,,,,,~,,,,##################### #@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@## ::: ##@&%^:~,,
,,,,~^^&&@ ~ @&&^^~,,,,
,,~:^%@@## ~ ##@@%^:~,,
,,,,,,~^&@ @&^~,,,,,,
,,~:^%&@## (situation) ##@&%^:~,,
,,,,,~^^%& &%^^~,,,,,
,,~:^%&&&@ 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. ##@&%^:~,,
,,,,~::%%@ @%%::~,,,,
,,~:::::%& 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... @&^:,,,,,,
,,,,~^^&&@ @&&^^~,,,,
,,,,,,~:^& ~ &^:~,,,,,,
,,~:^%&@@@ ,,^,, @@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@@# ~ #@@&%^:~,,
,,,,,~^%&@ @&%^~,,,,,
,,~:^%&@@# (situation) #@@&%^:~,,
,,,,,~~^^& &^^~~,,,,,
,,,,,~:^&@ 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? @&^~,,,,,,
,,~:^%@@## ##@@%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@## ~ ##@&%^:~,,
,,,,,,~^&@ ,,%,, @&^~,,,,,,
,,,,,,:%%@ ~ @%%:,,,,,,
,,,,,:%%&& &&%%:,,,,,
,,~::^^%&@ (situation) @&%^^::~,,
,,,,,,~^%@ @%^~,,,,,,
,,,,,:%%@@ 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... @@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@@# #@@&%^:~,,
,,~:^%&@## 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. @%::,,,,,,
,,,,,~^^%@ @%^^~,,,,,
,,,,,,~^&& &&^~,,,,,,
,,~:^%&@@# #@@&%^:~,,
,,,,,::%&& &&%::,,,,,
,,~:^%&@@# #@@&%^:~,,