blackswan
The bulbs above him blinded quickly for a moment before completely shutting off, leaving him in absolute darkness. A machine hummed in the distance accompanying the rain and the droning silence. He closed his eyes, allowing his ears to be his only sense and began to run.
The smell filled the small factory, lifting plastic remnants and other toxins toward the sky above. Workers trudged through the area as if in the jungle. The styrofoam crowded the room. It crackled, bits popping off the edges, and slowly became a nothing... Just like all the rest.
It is different and unreal. Something strange but brilliant at the same time. Curiosities reaching there peaks. Wanting, hoping, to reach out arms and touch it. It is alien, it is foreign, it is now.