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,,,,^«*%%£ 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. ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,^« Along The Span Of The Clearing Lay Two «^,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,^«* Parallel SilverY Lines, Dark Hard *«^,,,,,,,
,,,,,,^«*% Metal. Somehow You Can See How Heavy %*«^,,,,,,
,,,,,^«*%% They Are. %%*«^,,,,,
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,,,^«*%%£@ They Emit A High Pitched Whine... @£%%*«^,,,
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,,,,,,,^«* 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. ^,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,^«* 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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,,,,,,,,^« 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! %%*«^,,,,,
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,,,^«*%%£@ 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... %*«^,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,^« 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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