The train station, a place of transition, is often crowded with people who are simultaneously alone and unaware of each other. Each person is a whole world, passing tangentially by others but rarely connecting, even when they have time to spare. In this space where people come and go and time is variable, one constant element is the bench. The bench witnesses countless stories, and by sharing them from its perspective, it offers a window into the lives of those who once shared the same space. This allows for a connection, seeing others not just as blurry figures in the background, but as fellow human beings with their own lives and stories.