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