In the heart of a chilly autumn morning, Hauptbahnhof Frankfurt am Main buzzed with life. Commuters moved like a sea of blurred faces, each person rushing toward trains that would carry them to another destination. The crisp air outside followed them into the station, mingling with the scent of coffee and the sound of hurried footsteps echoing through the vast hall. Leaves, carried in by the wind, scattered across the marble floor, unnoticed amidst the morning chaos. The towering windows let in slivers of pale autumn light, but inside, time seemed to race forward, indifferent to the season’s slow change.
Amidst the rush, a certain quiet loneliness lingered in the atmosphere. People moved with purpose, but many eyes were glazed with the weariness of routine, trapped in the rhythm of another busy day. Despite the station’s vibrancy, there was a sense of detachment in the air—individuals bound together by shared space yet separated by their own destinations. For some, it was just another morning; for others, it was another reminder of a life passing by too quickly, with little time to stop and watch the leaves fall.
Kraton Kush 
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