The serene sound of the violin echoed through the train carriage. As the piece ended, Tang Xin stopped her bow and looked out the window. Her reflection appeared in the glass amidst the bustling crowd, a cacophony of noise on the platform that was both clamorous and serene. Her gaze scanned the people and lingered on a towering concrete pillar.
There was an advertisement posted there; the station was old and in disrepair, many of its facilities severely dilapidated. The plaster had peeled, exposing the walls beneath, and the advertisement itself seemed aged, with yellowed paper and blurry text, stirring a few memories within the young girl.
She wondered if a time had once existed when she, too, faced an uncertain future, choosing to listen to a song and gazing in admiration at the Cosmo's stars.
The text on the advertisement gradually became clearer in her eyes.
