Pripyat + Chernobyl
"It is clear why people don't want to see those places, here you feel the presence of death. It's like work of some wicked magician whose gaze kills all hope. Under his breath all life fades away. Wherever he steps only wormwood grows. His touch extinguishes joy and fades all colors into an underworld twilight. He sucks the life juices out of once fertile places, exhausts cities and dries them up, leaving nothing but a herbarium of human existence. Then, slowly, the scene turns to...
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