The car flew through the tunnel in a few music filled moments, making the kilometres feel as if they were nothing at all, and soon we were once again bathing in the daylight.
The tunnel was reassuring in its solid and smooth grey, lit at steady intervals with electric light.
The tunnel took not only the cars, yet the pipes and wiring to the outer villages beyond the peaks. As such it truly was part of the cardiovascular system of the region.
The tunnel, well lit and perfectly straight, appeared to have always existed, as if the granite simply happened to have a wide artery.
The tunnel was a well constructed passage though the mountains, one that made the journey far quicker and safer than it would otherwise be, especially in the colder weather.
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