Arrival.

The train screeches to a halt, a mechanical groan echoing through the cavernous station. Steel and glass stretch upwards, a dizzying labyrinth of towers clawing at the bruised sky. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rust and concrete, a symphony of industry and decay. Faces, pale and drawn, emerge from the carriages, their eyes reflecting the city’s cold, indifferent gleam. Footsteps echo on the concrete platform, a hesitant rhythm in the symphony of urban chaos. A lone figure stands amidst the throng, their gaze drawn upwards to the towering spires, a mixture of awe and apprehension etched across their face. The city awaits, a concrete jungle teeming with whispers of promise and despair.