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##@§§*»,,, Train Dream ,,,»*§§@##
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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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