Reclaimed

"A small stream glistens in the afternoon sunlight, slowly carving the forest floor. Thick vines hang from tall branches and towering trees whisper from above. Pillows of moss patiently creep along decomposing logs, while tree roots engulf nearby rocks.

Ahead, a structure stands almost unwillingly, vines following the cracks in it’s bricks like veins. Where once the sounds of civilisation, now only the trickling of the water remains.

Nature always wins."

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