,,,,,:-/¤@ @¤/-:,,,,,
,,:::/%%%¤ ¤%%%/:::,,
,,,,,:-/%¤ ¤%/-:,,,,,
,,:::-%¤¤@ @¤¤%-:::,,
,:-/%¤¤@@# #@@¤¤%/-:,
,,,,:-%¤¤@ Train Dream @¤¤%-:,,,,
,,,,,,-/¤@ ######,,,,:-::,,##################### @¤/-,,,,,,
,:-/%¤¤@@# /// #@@¤¤%/-:,
,:--//¤¤@@ - @@¤¤//--:,
,-/%¤¤@@## - ##@@¤¤%/-,
,:-/%¤¤@@# #@@¤¤%/-:,
,:-/%¤@@## (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. @¤¤¤%---:,
,:-/%¤¤¤¤¤ ¤¤¤¤¤%/-:,
,:-//%¤¤@@ @@¤¤%//-:,
,:-/¤¤@@## ##@@¤¤/-:,
,:--//%%¤¤ ¤¤%%//--:,
,,,-/%%%¤@ @¤%%%/-,,,