Decades of ruin passed, being a facility for the sick brought here to get treatment, before the discovery of penicilin. The echoes of the past still linger in this desert land.
Entering the realm of the ill.
The space and view of many was limited.
The silent prayers of the past, painted nowadays, describe the pain of the hospitilized.
The major part of living spaces are effectively ruined.
The agony and pain only darkness could describe.
The ruined painting on the wall describes the decay of this forsaken place.
Bad luck was the least of your problems here.
Endless halls lead the way to suffering.
Like a beehive, the massive area of this place had many employees occupied.
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