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⭞ a short story collaboration by @mxtsuro (plot + revamp) & @shxlomoh (draft).
. . . In the labyrinthine streets of Yerushalayim, Galateya, a German scholar of the...
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Galateya's odyssey began amidst the rhythmic hum of her routine, amidst the ebb and flow of the familiar bustle that defined her daily existence. Stepping onto the platform of Tahanat Ha-Rakevet Yitzhak Navon, her sanctuary amidst the chaos of the city, she was swept up in a whirlwind of activity. The sun, a resplendent sphere of golden fire, bestowed its benevolent rays upon the bustling scene, casting elongated, languorous shadows across the platform, as if painting a portrait of fleeting moments frozen in time.
The air was charged with energy, alive with the symphony of human interaction. The rhythmic cadence of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor, intermingling with the melodic hum of conversation that filled the space. Commuters bustled past her in a blur of motion, each one lost in their own world of hurried obligation and fleeting distraction.
Galateya navigated through the throng with practiced ease, her senses heightened by the pulsating rhythm of the station. The familiar sights and sounds of her daily commute washed over her like a comforting embrace, grounding her in the reassuring routine of her everyday life. Little did she know that her journey was about to take an unexpected turn, propelling her into a realm beyond the confines of the ordinary.
Weary of heart, Galateya boarded the train destined for her apartment in Hevron, yearning for respite from the clamor of the city streets. Settling into a window seat, she surrendered to the mesmerizing dance of the world outside, where the blur of motion melted away the worries that burdened her soul. The rhythmic melody of the tracks beneath her feet acted as a gentle tonic, soothing the frayed edges of her nerves and offering a momentary escape from the chaos of urban life.
As the train jolted into motion, Galateya sank into her seat, enveloped by a throng of unfamiliar faces. Despite the mundane familiarity of her surroundings, a sense of disquiet lingered in the air like an unspoken omen. A palpable tension crackled through the carriage, setting her skin abuzz with a prickling unease. Casting furtive glances around her, she sought solace in the anonymity of her fellow passengers, yet found no respite from the gnawing sense of foreboding that gripped her heart.
As the unyielding hands of time pressed forward without reprieve, Galateya found herself ensnared within the relentless grip of exhaustion, the burdens of the day cascading upon her like a deluge, threatening to overwhelm her spirit. With every fleeting moment, weariness descended upon her like a heavy shroud, its suffocating embrace coaxing her into the realm of fitful slumber, where dreams danced on the fringes of consciousness, beckoning her towards a fleeting respite from the trials of waking life.
Minutes stretched into hours, and Galateya drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in the liminal space between waking and dreaming. The world around her faded into a haze of indistinct shapes and muted colors, the lines between reality and fantasy blurring into a seamless tapestry of confusion. When she finally roused from her troubled sleep, she found herself ensconced in darkness, the only illumination provided by the faint glow of distant stars filtering through the train window. And there, sitting silently beside her, was a mysterious figure cloaked in shadows, his presence looming like a specter in the night.
