Metal beasts with glass eyes hurtle along, conscious of others in the vicinity, but ultimately in a world all their own.
The black ribbon that they follow is a seemingly never-ending avenue to adventure, marked occasionally by various signals meant to control the pace at which the beasts run up and down, from side to side and in every direction possible.
Along the way, there are signs for all to see, if they have the eyes to discern: cherry red flashes of light warn of danger ahead, while also calling to those who violate the rules, the ultimate mode of policing, meant to ensure that all the rules are followed, and that infractions are punished.
As one floats down this undulating stream, an onlooker would wonder what kind of system this is. Where is the order? What are the rules? However, in the end, every journey begins and ends; if all is well, the occupants of the metal beasts reach their destinations safely, united with family and friends, ready for a rest before setting out on the black ribbon once again.
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