Statistics: Where would you spend the night? 🌑

A ray into the endless wastelands of the sea, the tower stands in the dark.

Creaking doors, an empty altar.

Empty storefronts, a dead escalator.

A torn screen, empty chairs.

Stone walls, the wind sings in the towers.

Drops of water, dim light.

The tall shadow, the emptiness inside.

The houses were empty, and the fire pit had long since cooled down.

Rows of tables go into the darkness.

A lonely canopy in the fog, the bus has not arrived for a long time.

The creaking of floorboards, the smell of medicines.

Small cots, toys in the dust, empty corridors.

It is easy to get lost in the night forest: trees block out the moonlight, making it difficult to find a way, and dangerous animals such as wolves can live there.

Tilted crosses, thick silence, rested souls.

Dusty books, a draft turns the pages by itself.

Empty tunnels, echoing footsteps.

Flashing lights, the road goes into the fog.

Dead transformers, silence.

Dusty corridors, ajar doors.

Empty space, echoing footsteps, rusty cars.

Empty rooms, peeling walls.

Empty seats, the carriage sways in the dark.

Huge workshops, rusty machines.

Houses with broken windows, dead silence.

Concrete boxes with empty windows.

The fog hides the middle.

Black mouth, the light is fading fast.

The silence is thick, the footsteps are drowning.

A metal cage between the floors.

The narrow corridors, the walls seem to breathe.

Dampness, pipes, flashing light, broken desks.

Dampness, drops from the ceiling.