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This morning in my slumber, I was creeping through derelict warehouses, the floors were flooded and rotting in many places, the going was precarious to say the least. As I opened a mysterious door many dozens of large rats escaped, pouring vermin across my goosebumped skin. I panicked and ran, as I stumbled into a puddle I fell to my knees heavily, the floor gave way yet luckily beneath grew many thick vines which gave me a chance, I lowered myself into what I saw was a clearing in the middle of this complex maze of pre-war battleship grey construction. The sun was breaking through a grey drizzle of what I somehow knew had been present for decades. As steam silently hissed from the mosses, I got to my feet, as I rose I heard voices, children were playing here, but who were they? How did they get here? I crept past several large, rusted boiler units and waded carefully through low bramble and back into the warehouse, climbing through a broken window toward where I had heard the child-like voices.