samwilson976529

 6 months ago

At midday, the station flows like the tide: locals embarking on quick business trips, chefs carrying crates of local produce, and tourists lugging backpacks full of weekend dreams. The bustle is calm, polite, considerate—conversations whispered into phones, a uniformed employee offering guidance with a smile. In that collective pause between departures, the station becomes a living room for thousands of transient stories.