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