Limbo's Gift
The road that led to and from Gormsey was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Dry grass, dying bushes and withering flowers are all that's left of the once well kept gardens.
Some doors had collapsed or were perhaps destroyed by looters or animals as time passed. Either way they left a welcoming entrance for animals. Paint crumbled off of the walls and were slowly replaced by vines that crawled their way towards the rooftops.
Gormsey, once bustling with life and brimming with light at this hour was now a ghost town in the truest sense. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
In an almost sick sense of irony the museum, once home to relics from the past discovered and recovered by archaeologists from around the world, was now once again lost and forgotten. Waiting to be found by those who come next.
You couldn't help but feel lost in this town now, even if you knew exactly where you were. It was a lonely place with only distant memories of what once was. But even with all the animals that lived here now and made this town their new home you couldn't escape the feeling that so much had been lost forever.
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