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