The lines, the lights, the aromas, and the sounds. Transference of epithelial cells with exchanges of hugs in various corners, either as a gesture of farewell or welcome. Tears of joy, tears of reluctance - they all melted together in this space confined by metal and glass. Last rays of the evening sun invading the structure, singing their swan song in a neat formation. All she was left with, however, was the lingering scent that would fade only too soon.
