"Arrays of silver housing with endless miles of pipes. And vapor yearning to reach the air where you can expect it. White and red striped towers that resemble a lighthouse. Yet no ship will reach this haven. A haven that is home to no soul.
Yet still heavy trains will wait in line for the whistle to blow. To depart from their industrial dreams. Where they'd, they'd fall asleep." - Nansea (Marek Polgesek)