TRAVELING BACK TO THE PAST (IMMORTALS)
TRAVELING BACK TO THE PAST (IMMORTALS)
I was looking for a ride. And a long train arrived. I hopped inside the train, and there were already many passengers inside. The seats were all occupied. One of the passengers, a young boy said, "๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ'๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฒ."
He wanted me to turn back to find another ride.
However, a man at the far back, at the second compartment of the train, suddenly spoke, "๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ'๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ!""
He gave his own seat to me, I thought.
I walked towards him, and their area was spacious and more relaxed than the first compartment.
The first compartment of the train had a narrow aisle, reddish carpet.
The stranger man stood up and walked away. Maybe he's about to go down, I was not sure.
I saw a vacant seat and another vacant also on the side near a corner. A young child, a baby was sitting on my left and a young man on my right.
The young man on my right talked to me and in the midst of our conversation, he said,
"๐๐๐ข๐ก!"
He mentioned the name ๐๐น๐ผ๐ป.
And I said, "๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฑ, ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ๐ ๐ด๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ. ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ป'๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐. ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ถ๐."
He then said, "๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฆ!"
"๐ก๐ข, ๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ฆ!" I insisted. I don't want to say my real name either to him. I want to say '๐ผ ๐๐ ๐ด๐๐๐' but I withheld.
"๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ฅ๐!" I replied.
Then, an old man coincidentally passed by along the aisle near our seats.
And the old man suddenly said , "๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐ง๐ฌ!"
Next, he introduced another old man on our far back, in the third compartment. He had a long wavy hair, silver hair. And spoke proudly, "๐ ๐๐ 230 ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข๐๐!"
Next, I saw another old man in with a long wavy hair as well on the far back to the right, he had a scarred face. On his right face was a scar, distorting his face.
Then, the old man at the aisle who spoke IMMORTALITY, waved his hand, he just made a hand motion, waving it in the air, next picture frames appeared on the upper side on the wall of the train. On every old frame above flashed a portrait of every noble man in the history. The pictures of those men were very old. He was starting, talking, introducing them to us one by one. But, I suddenly awakened myself forcefully. I heard a little noise, and I woke up. I tried hard to open my eyes as usual.
It's June 2, 2022. The time is already 6:22 in the morning.