My Vision:
As I see the skilled Diana moving dreamily toward the train her thoughts are preoccupied with the joy and wonder of life. I notice under the soft exterior that there is a hunger; an edge. She barely notices the horses-panthers-cheetahs as they gallop along side the train in step with the metered beat of the wheels beneath the carriage in which she rides. She stares into space. She writes a line or two of poetry. She dozes all the while, as the cats and equines shape themselves a hundred different ways, shifting in and out of reality and back again once more for the hundredth time. The rhythm of the clacking train traveling down the tracks deep in the background lulls her again into sleep where she becomes the powerful animals that only occur subliminally to her as she is in her creative meditative state.

Slowly as the train moves into the station its cadence alters. In step Diana disembarks as her shape quickly and dramatically shifts into the panther wild cat that she really is!

Well, that is what I got when I listened! Anyone else?