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.^»*$%#¶## ######....^»^^..##################### ##¶#%$*»^.
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..^»*$%#¶# (situation) #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# you find yourself in a rift - a #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## clearing, narrow but immeasurably long. ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# to your sides are walls made of trees, #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## thick and ready to swallow you. the sun ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# is nowhere to be seen, but nontheless #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## it is very bright - the air feels light ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# blue, almost white. #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# along the span of the clearing lay two #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## parallel silvery lines, dark hard ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# metal. somehow you can see how heavy #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## they are. ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## they emit a high pitched whine... ##¶#%$*»^.
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.^»*$%#¶## (situation) ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## youre at the train station, on a ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# catwalk above the rails. your train is #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## late, or you are late to the train. ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# it's a summer afternoon and the station #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## is busy, full of relaxed confidence. ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## you're in high spirits, although a bit ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# stressed about the time, while moving #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## up the stairs to your platform. the ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# station is in several levels, all #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## placed within eachother by some ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# intelligent designer, and full of #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## stairs, elevators, shortcuts, ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# bazaars... you sight your train through #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## some glass windows. it's... not where ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# it's supposed to be? #¶#%$*»^..
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.^»*$%#¶## ^^%^^ ##¶#%$*»^.
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..^»*$%#¶# you're finally entering the city. while #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## it is indeed a very high speed train ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# you're traveling in, the journey has #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## been long. but it's about to end! ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## society is growing denser around you, ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# through the windows you see first small #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## shacks, built of metal and stone, then ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# proper houses with mortar to keep them #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## together... who in turn make way for ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# the industrial buildings, the urban #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## maze, protective walls, jungle ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# network... #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# the tracks leave the ground, which is #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## needed for other purposes. you are ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# carried gently, curving upwards until #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## you're moving upward along the wall of ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# a building. it's made of slabby stone, #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## with great glassless window holes ##¶#%$*»^.
..^»*$%#¶# looking out the way you came. it is #¶#%$*»^..
.^»*$%#¶## pitch black inside. ##¶#%$*»^.
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