As I walked down the road, a sense of abandonment and decay enveloped me. The air was thick with the scent of rust, and the ground felt slick beneath my feet, evidence of the recent rain. The walls that lined the path were built with rough, jagged iron ore, their dark, metallic surfaces reflecting the somber sky above. Peering closer, I noticed that patches of red and brown stained some sections, evidence of years of exposure to the elements. This desolate landscape led me to a building ahead, its worn exterior mirroring the surroundings, a silent testament to the passage of time and neglect.
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October 24, 2023
