The weather service cannot be trusted, especially ours. Last night it was cold and windy, but this morning brought a pleasant change—nice weather with sunshine and clouds floating in the sky. I dressed up and stepped out of the house, heading towards the bus stop. Along the way, I encountered familiar faces, the same people I see every weekday, each with their own hurried agenda, just like me.
The bus, the subway, the office center—the routine of a typical workday, just like everyone else. I yearn for the weekends, hoping for something different, something more diverse. So many thoughts flood my mind during the short walk from my house to the bus stop. At lunchtime, I opened the Maps app on my phone to explore different routes downtown. The center I seek is on the circular subway line, seven stops away from my location. In the evening, after leaving the office, I strolled down a deserted alley and descended into the subway. Half an hour later, I found myself climbing the escalator, ascending towards the street exit. To my surprise, after walking a few hundred meters, I arrived at the same pavilion where I had slipped yesterday.
There was no bell or handle on the door, so I decided to knock. But before I could even touch the door, it swung open, revealing the same young man who had given me and Lekha the invitations yesterday.
"We've been waiting for you, Konstantin," he said with a calm demeanor.
"No way," I responded, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Don't worry, it's much simpler than that," he reassured me. "When you were conversing outside the pavilion with your friend, you called each other by name. That's all, nothing suspicious."
"Maybe we should go inside now," I suggested, feeling a chill in the air.
"Of course, come in. I apologize for not suggesting it earlier," he replied politely.
Stepping into the pavilion from the street, I was taken aback by the stark contrast between its modest exterior and its intriguing interior.
We walked in silence for about two minutes through a brightly lit hallway before I finally broke the silence.
"You know, I don't feel comfortable conversing with someone whose name I don't know. Since you already know mine, please introduce yourself," I requested.
"What is your name?" I inquired.
"My name is Christian, and we have arrived," he said, gesturing towards a white leather armchair and inviting me to sit.
Turning to face me, Christian spoke earnestly, "I could explain to you what we do here, but my father could do it better than me."
"Wait for five minutes, he won't keep you waiting for long..." he added, creating an air of anticipation and mystery.
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THE WAR OF THE WORLDS
Fantasy"War of the Worlds" is a gripping narrative where Alexei's ordinary life intersects with mysterious events and otherworldly forces. A chance encounter with the angel Navi propels him into a conflict spanning unseen dimensions. Unveiling the secrets...
