Soft beams of light break through the boarded windows, casting long shadows across the control room. The dials, switches, and gauges remain frozen in time, their once-precise functions now silent.
The heavy steel panels, arranged in meticulous rows, were once the nerve center of the Boiler House. Operators would have stood here, making constant adjustments to ensure the furnaces burned at peak efficiency.
Now, the dust-covered surfaces and faded labels hint at decades of abandonment. The last recorded measurements still linger on the dials, a ghostly imprint of the station’s final operations.
Printed on museum-quality archival paper, preserving every intricate detail.