Rajoo stood at the edge of the platform, his eyes scanning the darkness. The station was deserted, save for the lone figure standing in the shadowy corner. The traveler wore a long coat, his head bowed, hiding his features.
Rajoo gathered his courage, approaching the stranger with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Who are you, and why are you here at this hour?" he asked, his voice barely louder than the rustling leaves.
The traveler lifted his head slightly, his voice calm yet filled with mystery. "I seek a place where truth prevails. Can you guide me there?" His words lingered in the cool night air, wrapping around Rajoo like a riddle.
Rajoo hesitated, the weight of the traveler's request sinking in. "Such a place... I don’t think it exists here," he admitted, a touch of sadness in his voice. Rajoo felt a sudden kinship with the traveler’s quest, a yearning for truth in a world of half-truths.
