The station lights above flickered faintly, their artificial glow casting long shadows across the abandoned platform. I stood there, alone, my reflection wavering in the puddles scattered across the cracked tiles. The air was cold, sharp with the smell of metal and ozone, yet it carried a silence that felt heavier than the vastness of space outside.

I clenched my gloved hands, staring down at them as if the answers to my questions could be etched in the lines of my palms.

"Who was I really?"