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