You hover your wallet above the lifeless and hard cuboids.
They flash a bright green colour and their red mandibles part sideways.
You walk through, with an empty mind and a body that has grown habitual to your never-changing lifestyle.
A huge machine sticks out from the ground and extends towards the platform.
You take a step on the moving metal bits that move gradually to the top, disappearing, and then re-appearing at the bottom again, a never ending cycle, much like the daily routine you are going through.
You finally reach the top. Half a minute has passed although you haven't realised it. You could be rushing for time.
A rectangular panel hanging down from the internal roof suggests the impending arrival of a gigantic beast.
It solemnly reads 2 minutes.
In what seemed like an eternity, a loud booming voice echoes from your left, accompanied by a intermittent sound of metal grinding against metal.
The orange eyes of the steel behemoth grew larger and larger as it stampeded through the stale air, every passing second closer and closer to you.
Red and white stripes run down its entire length of its metallic serpentine body.
It screeches to a halt, a cacophony of hissing and grinding sounds blending in with the voices around you.
Steel plates that run alongside the gargantuan part sideways, much like the red mandibles of the cuboids.
As you tread into one of the square orifices, the first thing you feel is the cold air rushing out from the inner space of the behemoth, albeit a welcome feeling.
You take a step into the adequately lit and crowded area and take a look around you.
People, everywhere. Imprisoned in this huge metallic serpent to be deposited at various locations for different purposes, just like you.

I am taking the MRT after all.



[-Remember, emeralds need not shine, and devils certainly need no love. And itll not last.-]