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In awe, she stood, gazing up into the unknown. As the rotting face of the old the power plant loomed tall over her, she found herself being engulfed in its massive shadow; in the arms of the dying moon, it frowned down upon her. From somewhere within the void, a shallow, dim light escaped through the dirt encrusted window, reaching out to her as though to welcome her inside. Something foreboding fell upon her; a sense of gloom and loneliness crept into her mind. The light from within, burned low.