Man Finds Subway Entrance In Middle Of Forest, Then Takes A Look Inside

My protector

“For over thirty years I’ve lived here,” Willem said, voice lowering. “The station has been my protector. It kept me alive while the city carried on above, blind to what it left behind. And strangely, it suited me fine. Down here I became invisible, free from judgment, left in peace.” His lips trembled faintly. “This place hid me from the world. And in some twisted way, I learned to accept that invisibility.”