Episode 1 - Arrivals -

Across the barrier, a young woman burst through the doors, dropping her bags to wrap her arms around an elderly man. They didn't say anything; the arrival was the conversation. Further down, a businessman checked his watch, already looking past the exit toward his next meeting, his arrival merely a logistical hurdle.

The air in the terminal didn’t smell like a new beginning; it smelled like floor wax and expensive espresso. Episode 1 - Arrivals

He had landed. Now, he just had to figure out how to stay. Across the barrier, a young woman burst through

stood by the sliding glass doors, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He wasn't waiting for a person, but for a feeling. He had spent ten years away, and he expected the city to look different, or perhaps for himself to feel heavier. Instead, he just felt thin, like a character sketched in pencil against a background painted in oil. The air in the terminal didn’t smell like

He grabbed the handle of his suitcase, the wheels clicking against the linoleum. The doors hissed open, inviting him into the humid afternoon.

Under the flicker of the Arrivals board, the world was reduced to a mechanical rhythm of names and cities. Every few seconds, the board would shiver—a frantic clattering of plastic tiles—rearranging itself to announce a new batch of souls. London. Tokyo. New York.