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uberreinigerThe following occured when we found our way back inside.
As I've said before, this place was riddled with corroding, crumbling machinery. A particularly fascinating one appeared to have been some kind of furnace. Standing around twelve feet tall and shaped like a Christmas tree ornament with a winding metal staircase around it, it was what might have happened had Heironymous Bosch worked metal sculptures in the manner of Picasso. Other than that, it was unremarkable... at least in any mundane respect.
An invisible energy field surrounded the Lost Machine. You could feel it when you crossed its threshold: An unmistakeable rippling on your skin, raising the hairs of your body, making your breath catch. A perfect cirle of animation emanating from the cold, dead hunk of metal. What was even more fascinating was the way it seemed to rotate on a central axis. The plane of energy lay parallel with the floor when we first approached the machine around 1 a.m. It had shifted to a vertical position when we returned at 3 a.m., surrounding the Lost Machine like a halo.
I am aware that it is perfectly possible for something like that to become charged with static electricity. I am also aware that areas alleged to be haunted are rich in unexplainable electromagnetic energy.
And you may or may not be aware that there is one supernatural phenomena which I am less apt to believe in than any other: the coincidence.
As I've said before, this place was riddled with corroding, crumbling machinery. A particularly fascinating one appeared to have been some kind of furnace. Standing around twelve feet tall and shaped like a Christmas tree ornament with a winding metal staircase around it, it was what might have happened had Heironymous Bosch worked metal sculptures in the manner of Picasso. Other than that, it was unremarkable... at least in any mundane respect.
An invisible energy field surrounded the Lost Machine. You could feel it when you crossed its threshold: An unmistakeable rippling on your skin, raising the hairs of your body, making your breath catch. A perfect cirle of animation emanating from the cold, dead hunk of metal. What was even more fascinating was the way it seemed to rotate on a central axis. The plane of energy lay parallel with the floor when we first approached the machine around 1 a.m. It had shifted to a vertical position when we returned at 3 a.m., surrounding the Lost Machine like a halo.
I am aware that it is perfectly possible for something like that to become charged with static electricity. I am also aware that areas alleged to be haunted are rich in unexplainable electromagnetic energy.
And you may or may not be aware that there is one supernatural phenomena which I am less apt to believe in than any other: the coincidence.
