The platform stretches in either direction out into the night. In front of you is a small archway made of a grayish stone, but maybe that's just the light-lack. Etched into the wide keystone are the words "Ghester Stance". You poke your head through, expecting to find the interior of a station, but inky green overgrowth comes right up to the floor of the doorway. You wonder whether it's worth it to try wandering around or if it'd be wiser to wait at the bench beside the arch.