,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
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,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#££@ train dream @££#$%:=,,
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,,=:%$#£@# ::: #@£#$%:=,,
,,===%%$£@ = @£$%%===,,
,,,,::$$$£ = £$$$::,,,,
,,=:%$###£ £###$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# (situation) #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# you find yourself in a rift - a #@£#$%:=,,
,,,,,,=:%# clearing, narrow but immeasurably long. #%:=,,,,,,
,,=:%$#£@@ to your sides are walls made of trees, @@£#$%:=,,
,,,,=::%$£ thick and ready to swallow you. the sun £$%::=,,,,
,,=:%$#£@@ is nowhere to be seen, but nontheless @@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£££ it is very bright - the air feels light £££#$%:=,,
,,,,=%%$## blue, almost white. ##$%%=,,,,
,,,,::%%%# #%%%::,,,,
,,=:%$###@ along the span of the clearing lay two @###$%:=,,
,,,,,,=%$£ parallel silvery lines, dark hard £$%=,,,,,,
,,=:%$#£@@ metal. somehow you can see how heavy @@£#$%:=,,
,,,,,==%$# they are. #$%==,,,,,
,,=:%$#£@@ @@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# they emit a high pitched whine... #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$##£@ @£##$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# = #@£#$%:=,,
,,,,,==%%# ,,%,, #%%==,,,,,
,,,,,,,:%# = #%:,,,,,,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£## (situation) ##£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#££@ youre at the train station, on a @££#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#££@ catwalk above the rails. your train is @££#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£@# late, or you are late to the train. #@£#$%:=,,
,,,,=:$##@ it's a summer afternoon and the station @##$:=,,,,
,,=:%$#£@# is busy, full of relaxed confidence. #@£#$%:=,,
,,,,,==:%# #%:==,,,,,
,,=:%$#£@# you're in high spirits, although a bit #@£#$%:=,,
,,,,==:$## stressed about the time, while moving ##$:==,,,,
,,=:%$#£@# up the stairs to your platform. the #@£#$%:=,,
,,=:%$#£££ station is in several levels, all £££#$%:=,,
,,,,,==:$£ placed within eachother by some £$:==,,,,,
,,,,,,==%# 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. @#%==,,,,,
,,,=:::$£@ @£$:::=,,,
,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
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,,=:%$#£@# #@£#$%:=,,
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