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From smoke and ashes…
Walking in the ashes of the old world…
I feel the cold wind that plays with my messy hair, the pungent smell of this black powder covering the floor and the walls. Every step I take, broken glass squeaks under my feet. My gaze is lost in this perfect mix of colors and darkness.
I stop for a moment and close my eyes to hear the frightening song of that place.
The metallic structure around me creaks in the wind like an endless lament. Is that a door that I hear knocking loudly with an infernal rhythm similar to the distraught beating of my heart?
I suddenly open my eyes because I realize that I am not alone. I feel them more than I see them. Are they even real?
They seem to evolve around me, playing of me into the structure, like if gravity has not effect on them.
Mixture of darkness and despair, I still feel their hope, their determination to rise again.
They are ready to make that place rise from the ashes.
I can see them now, they walk to me like a unique soul spreading the wings of their desire to live, to be free.
Like a colorful fog that comes closer and closer to surround me like a fire.
I can still see them inside. Ethereal feminine shadow, they are this place as much as I feel as a foreigner.
What do they expect from me?
The fog is now gone. They are gone. Was it a dream?
Few days after having left this abandoned factory, I will be told that this place will be turned into a school. Place of life, rising from ashes.
True fact : this ephemeral abandoned factory will actually really be turned into a school.