THE   TRAIN   IS    A    DASHING   ARROW 
 OVER              THE               SEA. 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 LOOK   CLOSER    -   IT'S   NOT   WATER. 
                                    
                                  
                                    
 THE LOWLAND  WHICH WAS ONCE  THE MIDRIFF 
 OF  SWEDEN.  THE  SALT  FLATS  SPAN  FOR 
 HUNDREDS  OF  MILES. FROM A  NARROW LINE 
 OF HILLS  THE  TRAIN LOWERS ITSELF  ONTO 
 THE  CRYSTALS  AND SHOOTS  NORTH, LIKE A 
 SYRINGE       INTO       A       BALOON. 
                                  
                                
                                  
                                
                                  
 THEY  CALL  IT THE  "MANDELBROT CRATER", 
 AND IT IS THE REST OF A MINING DISASTER. 
                                    
                                   
                                    
 SUN HITS  THE  FOUR-RAILED TRACK,  AS IT 
 FRACTURES  INTO  VILLAGES OR PAST  THEM. 
 THE  PEOPLE  HERE  ARE  PALE  BUT CRISP, 
 REFLECTIONS   OF   SOME    OTHER   WORLD 
                                     
                                    
                                     
 THEY ALWAYS SEEM A BIT  ANNOYED THAT YOU 
 ARE   MANIFESTING   THEM  INTO  PHYSICAL 
 FORM.  LIKE  IF  YOU  WEREN'T HERE, THEY 
 WOULD  BE  NOTHING  MORE  THAN  THE  SUN 
 AGAINST           THE           PLATFORM