Ecology of time shifted as the marshland grew silent. All that could be heard was the sound of the illegally dumped, ageless barrels tracing the remains of their previous lives from the now-closed factory. It has been said that a group of survivalists have bordered themselves up within its acidic rust-covered caverns while the pools dwell. Reeds spurned a new growth as candle wax drips and wanes - the purpose of the land was not fit for use, decades of abandonment and decay had now formed into an overfilling relapsed realm.