Under the gilded light of the Belgian sun, the turbine floor of Centrale Des Awirs reveals its eternal silence. Once the beating heart of industrial innovation, now shrouded in the silent mourning of demolition. Here, where the soul of electrical power once dwelt, now floats only the echo of past energies.
The silence that reigns is both a tribute to the past and a wistful farewell to an era that will never return, and the emptiness that now reigns speaks volumes about the transience of human creation. As an ode to impermanence, the turbine floor of Centrale Des Awirs remains a silent yet poignant reminder of the cycle of rise and fall, captured in the silent symphony of desolation.
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