The Terminus

Stuffy hallways, full of bodies, occupied with their destination. Concerned with their own path, wreckless and incapable of haunting me, a living creature caged in their domain. Merely watching my moves and what I can provide them. Without warning they vanish, into the crevices and devices that transport and contain them. This is the focus, the terminus where these hollow bodies flow, as a river reaching the rapids, ready to plunge all those opposed to its currents. It's a cold place, frigid like the empty vessels which traverse through here.

I scout the area for a space to rest, circumnavigating through the clusters of spirits to find a place to nestle. Most keep to themselves, or to each other, but some creep up, to me, or to others, wanting, needing. They are burdened with the life of a beggar, and a soul full of desperation. One can only have so much sympathy for them, who blatantly avoid the aid of sympathetic hands. They want to take these poor souls away from this station, where they will haunt no more, and be relieved of the difficult situations that they are unable to conquer. To be vanquished of destination....