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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. ,,:~/§@&£#
£&@§/~:,,, ,,,:~/§@&£
#£&@§/~:,, 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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