In
the quiet hours of the night,
the old train station stood silent, bathed in
the soft glow of
the moon. The once-bustling platforms
were now deserted, save
for a solitary bench where a lone traveler sat, lost in thought.
The distant sound of an approaching train echoed through
the empty hall, its rhythmic clatter growing louder
with each passing second. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by
the flickering lampposts lining the tracks. A cool breeze whispered through
the station, carrying
with it the faint scent of diesel and steel. As the train finally pulled in, its doors slid open
with a soft hiss, and the traveler rose, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey.