Inside the dark House of the Rose. Throught the smell of formaldehyde. In the basement. At the other end…
Industrial Area Polyestera with it’s enormous buildings, smoke and noise. The rat had heard of Egypt with the giant pyramids but never before of Polyestera. With all this smoke and sounds and the giant golden disk we call the Sun in the horizon, (a phenomenal red sunset), this place really did seem like a city from the Far East and then some.
All these metalic animals… they live here in this strange downtown. And they groan. Systematically.
“Just wait till you see Machinima Guernica.” He said.
“She’s giant. And metal. And expensive. And very, very dangerous…”
