Isaiah

Oh, that's rough. She creeping my cast until I... You creep my cast until I lig my Odie.

Yeah, that's good. I like that. See, now it's going.

Yeah, that's good. I like that. See, now it's going.

Yeah, that's good. I like that. See, now it's going.

Let us begin. The ruined factory stood three stories high in an otherwise featureless landscape. Although somewhat imposing on its own terms, it occupied only the most unobtrusive place within the grey emptiness of its surroundings, its presence serving as a mere accent upon a desolate horizon.

Let us begin. The ruined factory stood three stories high in an otherwise featureless landscape. Although somewhat imposing on its own terms, it occupied only the most unobtrusive place within the grey emptiness of its surroundings, its presence serving as a mere accent upon a desolate horizon.

Let us begin. The ruined factory stood three stories high in an otherwise featureless landscape. Although somewhat imposing on its own terms, it occupied only the most unobtrusive place within the grey emptiness of its surroundings, its presence serving as a mere accent upon a desolate horizon.

No road led to the factory, nor were there any traces of one that might have led to it at some point in the distant past. If there had ever been such a road, it would have been rendered useless as soon as it arrived at one of the four red brick sides of the factory, even in the days when the facility was in full operation. The reason for this was simple. No doors had been built into the factory.

No road led to the factory, nor were there any traces of one that might have led to it at some point in the distant past. If there had ever been such a road, it would have been rendered useless as soon as it arrived at one of the four red brick sides of the factory, even in the days when the facility was in full operation. The reason for this was simple. No doors had been built into the factory.

No road led to the factory, nor were there any traces of one that might have led to it at some point in the distant past. If there had ever been such a road, it would have been rendered useless as soon as it arrived at one of the four red brick sides of the factory, even in the days when the facility was in full operation. The reason for this was simple. No doors had been built into the factory.

No loading docks or entranceways allowed penetration of the outer walls of the structure, which was solid brick on all four sides without even a single window below the level of the second floor. The phenomenon of a large factory so closed off from the outside world was a point of extreme fascination to me.

No loading docks or entranceways allowed penetration of the outer walls of the structure, which was solid brick on all four sides without even a single window below the level of the second floor. The phenomenon of a large factory so closed off from the outside world was a point of extreme fascination to me.

No loading docks or entranceways allowed penetration of the outer walls of the structure, which was solid brick on all four sides without even a single window below the level of the second floor. The phenomenon of a large factory so closed off from the outside world was a point of extreme fascination to me.

It was almost with regret that I ultimately learned about the factory's subterranean access. But, of course, that revelation in its turn also became a source for my truly degenerate sense of amazement. My decayed fascination.

It was almost with regret that I ultimately learned about the factory's subterranean access. But, of course, that revelation in its turn also became a source for my truly degenerate sense of amazement. My decayed fascination.

It was almost with regret that I ultimately learned about the factory's subterranean access. But, of course, that revelation in its turn also became a source for my truly degenerate sense of amazement. My decayed fascination.

the decayed fascination. That was sick. Is that what you have? A decayed fascination?

the decayed fascination. That was sick. Is that what you have? A decayed fascination?

the decayed fascination. That was sick. Is that what you have? A decayed fascination?

uh hellish landscape very very empty very yeah just like a subtle little subtle breeze dancing along the factory had long been in ruins it's innumerable bricks worn and crumbling so many windows shattered each of the three enormous stories that stood above the ground level was vacant of all but dust and silence