In this evocative scene, the train station rests under the cover of night, its quietude palpable. The platform, bathed in a soft, amber glow, stretches into the distance, flanked by advertisements and information boards. A solitary train, its reflective surface catching the light, stands stationary. The red lights along the track hint at journeys yet to unfold. As if whispering secrets, the cryptic markings “K11 89 115” adorn the train’s side. The stillness invites contemplation—a moment suspended in time, where anticipation meets solitude.