There was two silent caretakers in this house, a squirrel and a woodpecker. Sadly, no one had taken care of them. The squirrel was half-burned and the woodpecker was buried under some bricks and other stuff. Time didn't exist there. Numerous clocks were lying all over the place stagnant or completely without hands. Planes were flying motionless in the fireplace room and somebody had broken the piggy bank in need for money. This house was one beautiful, colorful mess of different patterns and powerfully expressive belongings - pure treasure for urban explorers.
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