THE PAST WORLD

A profound stillness settled upon the room, punctuating the absence of Reuben and Yazmin. Time seemed to stretch as I sat at the table, enveloped in silence. Our meeting had concluded long ago, and we had meticulously reviewed the plan, dissecting every detail. But the absurdity of it all continued to ring in my head and would not go away. It was undeniably dangerous, bordering on recklessness. But this was the path I had chosen, fully aware that nothing worthwhile comes without risks and challenges.

In this solitude, I found solace in contemplation. It provided me with the opportunity to refine my approach and strategize. Planning was essential, and our combined efforts would weigh heavily tomorrow. Glancing around, I tried to gauge the time. Though the ship resided within a dimly lit chamber, the gradual darkening of the surroundings hinted at the approaching nightfall. It could be around 8 or 9 o'clock, I surmised, though my estimation might be fallible.