Episode — 1 - Arrivals

He had landed. Now, he just had to figure out how to stay.

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. Episode 1 - Arrivals

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. He had landed

The air in the terminal didn’t smell like a new beginning; it smelled like floor wax and expensive espresso. He wasn't waiting for a person, but for a feeling