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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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&&$$//=,,, they are. ,,,=//$$&&
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@$$$==,,,, they emit a high pitched whine... ,,,,==$$$@
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&$$$=,,,,, late, or you are late to the train. ,,,,,=$$$&
@@@&$$/=,, it's a summer afternoon and the station ,,=/$$&@@@
##@&$$/=,, is busy, full of relaxed confidence. ,,=/$$&@##
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##@&$$/=,, stressed about the time, while moving ,,=/$$&@##
@&&$/=,,,, up the stairs to your platform. the ,,,,=/$&&@
#@@&$$/=,, station is in several levels, all ,,=/$$&@@#
##@&$$/=,, placed within eachother by some ,,=/$$&@##
##@&$$/=,, intelligent designer, and full of ,,=/$$&@##
&$=,,,,,,, stairs, elevators, shortcuts, ,,,,,,,=$&
##@&$$/=,, bazaars... you sight your train through ,,=/$$&@##
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##@&$$/=,, it is indeed a very high speed train ,,=/$$&@##
#@&&$$/=,, you're traveling in, the journey has ,,=/$$&&@#
&&$/,,,,,, been long. but it's about to end! ,,,,,,/$&&
#&&&$$/=,, ,,=/$$&&&#
##@&$$/=,, society is growing denser around you, ,,=/$$&@##
@$$$$$/=,, through the windows you see first small ,,=/$$$$$@
#&&$$$/=,, 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... ,,,,=$$$&&
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###@&$/=,, the tracks leave the ground, which is ,,=/$&@###
#@$/====,, needed for other purposes. you are ,,====/$@#
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##@&$$/=,, 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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