The heavy steel door, marked for authorised staff only, stands ajar, allowing a sliver of light to break the darkness inside. Dust settles on the dials, switches, and gauges that once controlled the immense power of the Boiler House, their needles frozen in time.
This was the heart of the station, where operators made constant adjustments to balance pressure, temperature, and output. The weight of its history lingers in the silence, the hum of machinery now long gone.
A moment captured at the threshold; light and shadow, past and present, a glimpse into the fading control of a vanished era.
Printed on museum-quality archival paper, preserving every intricate detail.