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