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CHRONOS EXPRESS: Time Nexus
#LastTrain
Every time I have been in this late night train, the sound of the wheels on the tracks has been my favorite; but tonight it was different – it suddenly sounded as if it echoed something I refused to recall. Except for several flickering lights, human beings disappeared from the premises; yet the fluorescent surface of the contemporary floor illuminated the ambiance most eerily.
When I got through the door to step into the carriage proper, it was as though a change had been made. The smell of the chamber was nostalgic at its time, filled with the aroma of old texts, polished furnishing, and a mysterious aroma of flowers mixed with the unknown.Thus, my eyes got accustomed to the low light, revealing passengers with clothing from different eras. To my left, a resplendent Roman centurion was honing his gladius in an almost erotic stroke, while seated a few places away from him was a demure Victorian woman fanning herself in what could be termed as pure sophistication in her corseted attire of frills and lace. Beside her, a samurai was in a deep-seated state and was only holding the handle of his katana, a large sword.
I spotted an unoccupied chair and gingerly, apprehension and curiosity cogs turning, sank into it. But where could this train be going and for what sorts of purpose...
Every time I have been in this late night train, the sound of the wheels on the tracks has been my favorite; but tonight it was different – it suddenly sounded as if it echoed something I refused to recall. Except for several flickering lights, human beings disappeared from the premises; yet the fluorescent surface of the contemporary floor illuminated the ambiance most eerily.
When I got through the door to step into the carriage proper, it was as though a change had been made. The smell of the chamber was nostalgic at its time, filled with the aroma of old texts, polished furnishing, and a mysterious aroma of flowers mixed with the unknown.Thus, my eyes got accustomed to the low light, revealing passengers with clothing from different eras. To my left, a resplendent Roman centurion was honing his gladius in an almost erotic stroke, while seated a few places away from him was a demure Victorian woman fanning herself in what could be termed as pure sophistication in her corseted attire of frills and lace. Beside her, a samurai was in a deep-seated state and was only holding the handle of his katana, a large sword.
I spotted an unoccupied chair and gingerly, apprehension and curiosity cogs turning, sank into it. But where could this train be going and for what sorts of purpose...
