arrival hall · bay 01
The empty chair has kept your name warm.
“I swept this platform for years. Tonight the broom points north.”
Departures for people who were only given one line.
arrival hall · bay 01
“I swept this platform for years. Tonight the broom points north.”
lost dialogue counter · bay 02
“My greeting was a doorbell. My silence is the room behind it.”
Deliver a brass key to the guard who watches the wrong street.
side-street map room · bay 03
The map refuses main roads. It glows only where errands become vows.
companion lounge · bay 04
“If I stop guarding the threshold, perhaps the threshold will come with me.”
aurora gate · bay 05
A shopkeeper turns left. A tutorial child boards the seafoam tram. The innkeeper keeps walking until her song changes key.