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