Tracks with no destination stretched out in every direction. Hanging in mid-air, trains rushing through the air before disappearing into the void. People of every conceivable shape and size could be seen rushing about. Of every type of ear, tail, wing and skin type. Dedicated areas were set for different realms, for example the Asgardian route was on the 5th floor. Zeus had decided this himself, saying that the first thing the Norse gods should have to see on arrival should be the face of Zeus. So that they would understand that Odin was not the one in charge here. No expense had been spared in the construction of the terminal. The floors were solid marble and the fittings were gold. Frescos lined the walls showing the great feats of the Olympian gods.

Only nine of the floors were above ground, these floors were the ones dedicated to the interdimensional portals. Each floor was designed with extravagance in mind. The ground floor had four large entrance ways, with their wide arches designed with statues of various gods and goddesses as the pillars. The main entrance of course portrayed Zeus and Hera themselves. There were no doors into the building, as it never closed. People, well, gods to be exact, travelled in and out of the terminal all day and all night. There was no quiet period. Occasionally the odd mortal would even come through. The remaining floors were underground and were for the domestic routes. There were two ways of getting around the terminal, there were the grand staircases that curved around the rooms, up and down; with golden motifs decorating every white step. 

Walking from the fifth basement floor all the way to the eighth floor via the stairs could take almost an hour, even longer when the crowds were dense. It was for this reason that Tech mages loved mortals. They would find any excuse to visit the mortal planes, for they found that without any magic they were much more motivated to find new and inventive ways to make life easier for themselves. As no god wanted to spend their time opening and closing portals all day for others. So they spent time learning these mortal technologies, and then returning home to improve them with copious amounts of magic. Due to this the second way of getting around was significantly faster, the elevators were different then mortal ones, portals built into the shaft itself taking the passenger directly to their requested floor.

Of course the trains themselves were taken from mortal designs. Before this the terminal had been very different, the ability to travel had been much more limited. Moving multiple people at once through the space between dimensions could be dangerous, and the further the distance the more magic it took to pull the portals together. The weaker the spell, the longer would be spent in the Void. There was no land in the space of the Void, so magic was required to create a temporary road, as there was no guarantee that the next portal would be opened in the same place. Even when the Dimensional Mages had figured out how to make static portals that could remain open without someone having to be constantly performing a spell, no one wanted to travel through the space on foot, for the Void space degraded one's very sense of self. But now they lived in a grand age of travel. Places that didn't exist in their dimension were now possible to visit. Mages of great power had pulled and folded space allowing this travel. Olympus had managed to connect to the nearest Realms like Chriyo, Mesta, Tehtava and Panna for a long time now. Then as skills had improved and magic had advanced they had connected to further places like Asgard, Yomi and Duat, although the people there would argue that it was their mages who had figured this out.

Understanding how the different Realms worked required a little bit of lateral thinking. When in Chriyo, Olympus simply did not exist for it only existed in another plane of existence. Within the Void all the dimensions both did and did not exist, the entrances to each Realm loosely located within the nothingness. These entrances were created by tears that had been torn out of reality. The distance between these tears was vast, yet somehow impossibly small. Although Olympus may not exist within the reality of Chriyo, it was without a doubt the nearest Realm in the reality of the Void. So travel between the two had been commonplace since the first mage figured out how. The two dimensions of the two Realms almost existing on top of each other. Now, with the advancements in technology and portals, getting to Asgard was as simple as it had always been to get to Chriyo. Even now, things were still advancing rapidly, places that had been cut off from others for millennia were now possible to get to again.

All of this is to say, the fact that it took a full thirty minutes to travel between Chriyo and Olympus was simply due to how little it was prioritised. It was possible for the journey to be instantaneous, but none could argue the point of wasting so much magic on a route that was so rarely used. If it was not for the agreement between the two places, it would have been closed a long time ago. As such the platform it arrived into was the furthest location on the eighth floor. Hidden down a side hallway where the décor was least impressive. As the portals could not be closed without breaking the tracks it could not even be doubled for use with another location. The waiting room had become a staff room, the platform had toolboxes, cleaning supplies and all sorts piled up all over the place. Overall, it was probably the least impressive part of the whole terminal. However, to Chrona, as she saw the terminal for the first time as the train entered through the portal, it was the most amazing sight she had ever seen.

The train pulled to a stop, and the man re-emerged into the carriage. He opened a panel on the wall, turned something and then opened the door. Chrona sat there staring, uncertain of what to do. She watched as he stepped off and walked away. This was it, there was no going back now. All she had to do was get up and...what? What was she going to do, where would she go? Where could she go? She had no belongings, she had no money...no friends, no family she could go to for help. She was alone...There was a cough, she looked up at the door. The man was back. 

"I won't pretend I know what your situation is, and honestly please don't tell me for both of our sakes. But you can't stay here." He looked uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't...right, I'm going to go, I'll go..." Chrona jumped up and quickly walked through the carriage. Stepping down, she paused to take in her surroundings. 

She could see signs written on the walls in the native language, unreadable. Then she blinked, the next moment they were in Chrise. Of course they weren't actually, the terminal simply had been enchanted to translate all words written or spoken into the person's native language. This was an enchantment that was common everywhere, much simpler than learning a foreign language and far cheaper than using translators. Chrona was not surprised by this as the university used the same enchantment, and they had taught the spell so that one could simply enchant themselves to never be stuck unable to communicate. Of course the spell would not help you understand a word you didn't previously know, but it would translate it into your language. If you don't understand what tautology is when the word is used in your own language, the spell would not explain it to you when translating it. All it would do is inform you the other person had said tautology. 

Perhaps the spell could have been adjusted to give context, to give the meaning of all things. Yet at that point what would the point be, because then the person hasn't actually learnt anything, and if they haven't learnt anything do they truly understand anything? The creator of the spell was concerned that the easier it became to acquire knowledge, the less comprehension a person developed. Although knowledge should be free for all, they believed a drive to learn was still an essential part of life. They had believed that nothing helped develop that drive like a bit of confusion and frustration. Ignorance could not be forcibly removed.

"If..." The man started. Chrona looked at him, but he was staring down at his feet. He was a bit shorter than her. He was wearing thick dark grey trousers tucked into heavy black boots. The tops of which had not been fully done up. On top he wore a bright blue shirt, the top buttons left open at the neck with a black waistcoat over top. Around his waist a brown belt was wrapped several times before being buckled slightly off centre. His outfit was a mix of smart and practical in a way that looked neither smart nor was practical.

"I know I must come across as heartless to you. I'm not blind, I can see you are clearly going through something." He sighed. "But there is nothing I can do to help you here."

"Oh no, please. You've helped me a lot, just letting me get here. That is more than I could ever have hoped for. If you hadn't I don't know what I would have done." Chrona smiled, trying to reassure the other.

"You're too nice." He looked at her and then gestured on. "Come on then."

He walked on ahead to the end of the platform, where there was a gate. Chrona trailed a little behind, uncertain. She'd never been called too nice before. Too nosy, too unruly, too undisciplined. What did being too nice mean? How could one be 'too nice'? Once he reached the gate he turned and stopped. Waiting for her. 

"Ticket please." He stated once she drew level with him.

"What?" Chrona blinked in confusion.

"Your ticket. I need to check it before you can leave the platform. There are fines for travelling without the correct ticket." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh right, err... here." She passed over the ticket he had given her previously. The man took it, and lifted it to read it before passing it back.

"Thank you, everything seems to be in order." He said passing back the ticket before opening the gate for Chrona to walk through. "Have a lovely stay in Olympus." He smiled before walking back towards the train.