Industrial

Thick smoke sick rising into the stormy iron-gray sky industrial gears and pistons grinding eternity… Lightning lances arcane weathervanes over a filthy antiquated metropolis! Wondering! a wandering of souls at midnight hearts rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high... With dark and narrow windows, fly! Built to last on desires of a Beauty build to last, shadowing. Divinity is a place serene in my dreams an alternate realities the place I find deep in twilight a place far, far from the Hidden White in the secret, scared hours as industrial smoke climbs high into a bruised broken sky thick, graying to black rising into a storm ominous sky... a cruel industry, something promising...