Terminal Balkania by Alan Hajduk

In the heart of the crumbling Balkan megalopolises, where concrete towers pierce through a haze of smog, stands Terminal Balkania – the last great passenger station connecting cities that have long ceased to be free. Once envisioned as a symbol of progress, the Terminal is now a pulsing hub of neon signs, digital scanners, and armored patrols checking every identity. Travelers, weary and silent, come here not out of a desire for adventure, but from the need to escape or chase better pay somewhere beyond the borders of megacorporate zones.

Inside, the Terminal blends cold industrial architecture with gaudy cyberpunk accents – a flickering holographic timetable hovers above rusted tracks, and the scent of ozone mingles with the stench of cheap fuel. Each platform leads to a different reality: some routes pass through corrupt territories under the grip of criminal syndicates, others into tightly controlled enclaves where everything is paid for in state-approved cryptocurrencies.

Passenger use of the Terminal is more than just transport – it’s the trade of information, smuggling, and discreet digital data exchanges through wireless signals hidden in fake luggage. Terminal Balkania is the lifeblood of the dystopian Balkans: a place where those who want to flee meet those waiting to stop them.

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