His surroundings
Kevin’s shoes tapped softly as he explored. The place was unmistakably a metro station, frozen in time. Rusted benches lined walls, layers of gray dust smothering everything.
Faded signage sagged unreadably from the ceiling. He passed cracked ticket booths, their windows draped in cobwebs. Once busy with commuters, the hall now stood silent, like a relic buried beneath the earth.
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