Stepping into the echoing halls of the old railway station feels like stepping back in time. Sunlight streams through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the worn marble floors. The air hums with the distant sound of a steam engine, while the scent of aged wood and metal lingers. Vintage suitcases are stacked by the benches, their leather weathered and stories untold. A clock, grand and ornate, ticks steadily above, marking moments long past. People dressed in tailored suits and elegant dresses bustle about, their laughter mingling with the soft notes of a piano playing somewhere unseen. It’s a world where time seems to have paused, where the past and present blend seamlessly in a dance of nostalgia and wonder.