The world of Varraatu 2

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This is an alternative world from my fantastic story. There is another race of people habits with yellow irises of eyes.
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They stood, all three of them, and looked down. Sybella saw many people similar to Urtabara: slightly tanned skin, dark yellow iris of the eyes and unusual features. Sybella looked in the distance and saw something weird: a big city standing on the enormous round platform hanging in the sky and strange flying machines moving at high speed but without any sound. The small group of buildings was on the left below among the big forest. The big river was on the right and an ancient pyramid beyond the river.
"Is this Egypt?" she asked.
"Oh, no, Sybella," Urtabara responded, "I will explain to you where you are now. Will not you worry, darling?"
"It can be a shock for her," Mary Ann said.
"I will help her to be calm," Urtabara said, "But I don't think that she will be too scared after all that she experienced."
Urtabara put her palm on the back of Sybella's head.
"I am like in a dream," Sybella said, "It's something strange."
"Do you see?" Urtabara said, "Everything is ok. You must understand all sooner or later."
They sat on the bench and sat for half an hour silently.
"Everything that happened even half an hour back as if went to the deep past," Sybella said.
"Do you see the strange things here?" Mary Ann asked.
"It seems this all is machines that I couldn't imagine," Sybella said.
"You are right," Urtabara said, "So, take all in this way."
"It seems to me that one hundred years passed," Sybella said.
"More than one hundred years, Sybella," Mary Ann said.
"Then, all this can be explained easily," Sybella said.
"Not all is so simple," Urtabara said, "be ready for surprises."
"I am ready," Sybella responded.
"You imagine the history, like a simple direct line, don't you?" Urtabara asked.
"Future becomes present and then past," Sybella said.
"All is very complex," Urtabara said, "you understand all later. But now I will draw a very simple picture for you. You can understand the sense of all these in general terms. Imagine, Sybella, that two different versions of history can coexist as the branches of the tree, and we can travel between them."