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On the way in the Hall of Shadows

Summary

Klaus, a warehouse worker, enters an abandoned industrial hall surrounded by decay and gloomy shadows. Commissioned by his foreman Uschi, he opens the gates to a world inhabited by dark shadows.

Epic summary

In a hall old, forgotten, and dusty, 
Klaus enters, deaf to fate's decree. 
Rust envelops the iron pillars silently, 
A realm of shadows, a somber decree.

Uschi, the cunning forewoman with a scheme, 
Sends Klaus in, the task a foul dream. 
A labyrinth of rust and twilight's gleam, 
Where shadows dance in a ghostly regime.

A wind softly howls through the corridor, 
A whisper, a sigh, a haunting uproar. 
The floor crunches, silence echoes, 
Klaus's watch ticks loudly in the dark shadows.

Cobwebs hang like threads of time's dream, 
Dust dances with spirits in the forgotten beam. 
The hall inhales something ancient, 
A world of shadows, dark and lone, significant.

Klaus forges a path, unaware, 
That he's opened gates to shadows rare. 
A world full of gray, his fate to rue, 
Where dark souls build on guilt askew.

Rust, cobwebs, eerie whispers, 
Klaus's destiny takes sinister blisters. 
In the mystique of the hall, a nightmare starts, 
Where dark shadows claim the light in their hearts.

Protocol

In a forgotten industrial hall, dilapidated and shrouded in gloomy shadows, the naive warehouse worker Klaus enters a world of decay and the supernatural. Commissioned by his enigmatic foreman Uschi, he explores a labyrinth of abandoned shelves and metal frames, unaware that he is opening the gates to a world inhabited by dark shadows. The clouds moved across the sky, with no observer able to read their unspoken stories. Their constant change and forms remained hidden from the ignorant, lost in heavens full of mysteries.

The industrial hall, a forgotten anomaly in the city, loomed like a shadow from a bygone era. A jungle of rust lay speckled on the iron pillars, and the walls dripped with the musty breath of neglect. The once glossy paint that was supposed to protect the steel beams had become flaky and holey and now exudes the charm of transience. The air in the hall smelled like an old grandma struggling in the bedchamber with her old grandpa. In the corner lay a mouse, silent and invisible to the world, its presence fading like a fleeting breath in the unstoppable time. Her final breaths reflected the transience in the world as her solidifying form, hidden from view, slowly fades into the silence of the corner.

Klaus entered the huge gate, which squeaked as it reached its widest opening, as if it wanted to swallow him with pleasure into another world. Here he should clear the paths for the forklift, empty the shelves and take all the scrap outside and put it on the truck he brought with him. The interior of the hall was a shifting darkness, illuminated only by sporadic, flickering fluorescent lamps and scattered rays of sunlight through the light windows in the roof. A labyrinth of shelves and metal racks stretched before him, laden with boxes and shrouded in silence broken only by the faint dripping of water from the ceiling. The flat roof of the hall was already getting old and the large puddle on the roof was slowly releasing its water into the interior due to a small leak instead of evaporating in the light of the sun's rays shining through the clouds. Like the warehouse, the grassy area in front of the warehouse also looks like a chaotic pattern, marked by wildly growing blades of grass that sprout in all directions without a clear order. The chaos manifests itself in the haphazard arrangement of taller and lower grasses, painting a picture of neglect and lack of care.

Klaus pulled himself together and encouraged himself: “Well then; Let’s go.” He secretly cursed the foreman Uschi, who had sent him ahead without an introduction. Although she had promised to help with some work later, Klaus had given her words little faith. Uschi was a slut who got the job thanks to her voluminous rack and not because of her skills. She also loved to pick on Klaus because Klaus had rejected her back then. A nail, its pointed end persistently pressed into the hole, symbolizes with this act of penetration his determination to change something in the world by seeking firm support and creating a point of influence that formed a structure. Klaus hangs his wet rain jacket on this nail.

A cold wind blew through the deserted corridors, accompanied by a low howl that faded into the shadows like a whisper. The floor crunched under Klaus' footsteps, as if he was awakening the hall's secrets. The silence was so oppressive that the ticking of his pocket watch almost echoed in his ears like a dull gong. Klaus saw the spider web next to the gate. The fly, trapped in the sticky substance, tried desperately to free itself. The tough web surrounded her like a suffocating veil, every attempt to escape increased her anxiety as she felt the hopeless imprisonment in the spider's web's dark embrace. Klaus' gaze wandered further carelessly.

Cobwebs hung here and there from the ceilings as if capturing time itself, and the dust danced in the light of the dilapidated windows like ghosts from long-forgotten times. Klaus couldn't shake the feeling that this hall was more than just an abandoned place - it seemed to have a life of its own, to write its own rules.

An aura of eeriness hung over the hall, as if it expelled the breath of something ancient and forgotten. And as Klaus made his way through the labyrinth of oblivion, little did he know that he had opened the door to a world inhabited by dark shadows. Shadows that wouldn't easily return to the darkness. In the light of the sunbeam that made it through the dirty light window in the roof, swirling particles of dust danced, outshining the mysticism that hid his aura in gloom behind and next to and in front of it.

Heading version

  1. Decay and supernaturalism and Klaus enters
  2. Rust, mold and transience in the melancholic industrial hall
  3. The order is to clean up in the dark
  4. The neglected green in front of the hall
  5. Inner conflicts with Uschi and the nail
  6. Whispers of the wind and noises in the deserted hall
  7. Caught fly in the oppressive spider web
  8. Ghosts from forgotten times and dust in the hall
  9. Aura of the uncanny
  10. Ray of sunshine trying to reveal the mysticism

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The information has not(!) been checked. I don't care if the facts are correct, as long as the statements are consistent with the current delusion about how one should perceive reality today according to the general mainstream. For translations from German to English or French, we relied on translate.google.de. Dr. Dieter Porth