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Underneath The Rusty Factory

Аннотация от автора:

'In my relaxing walk throughout the husk that used to be the place filled with traffic and the peak of civilization, i sometimes like to close my eyes and listen to the wind breezing through the empty building, it creates that eerie moaning sound. Something akin to a ghost city. I make my way through alleys, climb down rusty ladders and go down through stairs to get down here..meeting this piece of work face to face. A tree, proudly blooming to prove it's existence to the universe. That despite all odds, it will rise. Now it has completed it's mission... maybe one day the tree will die and succumb to it's broken surroundings... but as long as the sun shines bright at the it. I believe it will one day dominate this whole factory.'

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Источник

Пыльная дорога

Where the wind will take me

Аннотация от автора:

The sound of grass caressing against each other as it's being blown by the wind is heard, the journey through the valleys and forest was tough and i've encountered a lot of hardships along the way but it is worth it, it brought me here. I take a deep breath as the fresh air fills my lungs and sit there to gaze in the view. Ihn the distance i notice an old ruins, that might be where i plan to go next. This area is known for it's peaceful atmosphere as if nothing could go wrong... well except there's no one around. Not that i'm surprised in the slightest. A small portside building is seen, but i heard tales of this old ruin.. used to be a place where they hold ceremonies to please a harvest god of some sort. They say that the interiors are more majestic than what the exterior is showing me. But for now i just want to take in the scenery, lament of the past and maybe a nap won't be so bad... Maybe living like this was not so bad after all... who knows...

Fishing and Relaxing

I caught nothing, i'm not that surprised to be honest. There was no sign of fish or water creature in this pond. But the water felt so good that i just don't mind sitting here holding the fishing rod, waiting for something that never come. It might sound boring but while i wait for something to happen, i looking around and think of this place that i'm in. It suppose to be a hidden spot deep in the forest.. privately owned i suppose. It hasn't been touched in a long time. The pond however still looks fresh and somehow maintain itself. It didn't turn into a muddy mess, it remains clear and fresh... one of those oddities that i might never understand. listening to a still working hand crank music player, i take off my boots and dip my foot into the water and just kind of enjoy fishing for nothing, though in the end i did get some fruit that just happens to floats by the pond. I should do this in the ocean sometimes in the future.