Preliminary Narrative for Assignment 2

Everything is vague before my eyes. Behind a veil of shimmering mist gracefully dancing with the gentle zephyr, I can make out a feathered silhouette of an ambiguous structure. But as the breeze strengthens, the mystic curtain lifts and folds as the vista slowly opens up before my eyes. I find myself gazing at a hallowed piece of architecture, standing on a concrete platform, as muted and as still as the dead water that surrounds it. But as I close my eyes, I can hear its voice, sobbing and mourning in solitude. It must be a derelict warehouse. With a grey sky solemnly looming behind, pillars of light pierces through the dense layers of cloud and gently caresses the roof as if giving solace to the building. The façade is in a ruinous condition, starring back at the sky with sunken eyes and a petrified face filled with pain. The timber door is falling apart; windows are shattered while the brickwork is weathered by the ravages of relentless time and merciless nature. As I put on hands over the chilled, rusting door knobs and pulled open the shaking doors, an odour of decay instantly pours out. Beams of light softly illuminates the interior as if they are spirits of the past, desperately searching for their lost memories. Although there is no longer any sign of human occupation, piles of rubble and carcasses of machinery look as though they want to speak. Glisteningly gently, thick wisps of stagnant dust are like ghosts of the remnants, singing a requiem to their forgotten histories.