City Scene | Tristan De Maertelaere

sketchfab

The deserted landscape of a once-thriving silo sprawls out like a ghost town, its steel behemoth standing sentinel over the desolate terrain. Rusting pipes stretch towards the sky like skeletal fingers, while crumbling concrete and twisted metal form a maze that lures in the unwary. The air is heavy with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very earth itself has been drained of life. A lone figure emerges from the dusty haze, its pace slow and deliberate, eyes scanning the ruins for signs of danger or hidden threats. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of a lonely generator, its rhythmic pulse beating out a morbid cadence.