This is a revisit. For my complete writeup on this place, see my previous visit here
We could tell something was happening out here on this trip. There was a construction trailer set up and the land was being cleared out. I've since learned they were preparing for demolition.
For half a century these structures stood in a remote corner of the woods, forgotten by nearly everyone who had a part in their existence. Few visitors would ever wander out to see them, in part due to the fact that they're on the wrong side of a fence whose disregard could earn steep penalties. Time wound on while vines slowly crept up the walls and nature worked to reclaim her land. This is the kind of place that exists outside of the watch of the general public and thus outside of the realm of everyday life. The hands of time seemed to be the only hands at work here for many years and this was evident in the quiet stillness found inside. Even the animals didn't seem comfortable venturing inside the walls, the only sounds were faint dripping echoes and leaves shaking in the wind. Like concrete temples they stood watch over the woods. It seemed like they had been here and would continue to be here forever. But now their clock has run out and the wrecking ball is transforming them into dust once more.
This trip represents one of the last times this location would host any such expeditions. So with this epitaph I bid this part of Mechanical City goodbye.