A villager says, "These Mountains have secrets". By the timber yard, t here runs a track of forgotten concrete. Broken trees disguise the elevation, and form a vail of curious light. In an area long since claimed by nature, f issures of thistle break through the road, a nd the air smells of electricity. Deserted rooms of grey dust, a nd crumbling mosaic floors, h ide the secret of the Nazi Bell. I wonder… where have all the people gone? Dissolved in bitumen. It seems they have melted into the very earth that supported them. Buried beneath ceramic tar and red soil. All that is left is aluminium foil. Here, the black sun has taken the souls, o f men who chewed the cable and scratched the earth, to deliver a device of unfathomable power. Secrecy guards a network of mines, where the teeth of the SS g low in a strange blue haze. A mysterious and infinite light. Cold-generating, inward-moving, c entripetal and cruelly magnetic. Violet mercury
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