I wake up on a moving train all alone. The first thing I see when I open my eyes is a brilliant glow surrounding the sun, tinted by the deep cobalt of the leaves of an unknown grove and vegetation adjacent to the rails.
It seems amazing to me and I am left thinking not knowing how I got there, at the same time contemplating that splendid sight in front of my eyes. After walking between the worn and dusty seats, I come across the rusty door to the cabin, creaking when opened.
Surrounded by old levers and electronic panels from the train, in front of a large reinforced glass dome almost completely covered in cobwebs, and then trying in vain to recognize the place, I noticed what appeared to be a station ahead.
Will those be people?
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Chronicles on rails
De TodoWhere shall i begin, you may ask? Perhaps in unconsciousness and confused uncertainty upon awakening where i never remembered. Things happened, and things will happen; It will only depend if you know them or not. So, here is it my almost testimony...
