Old Mill

The old mill is little more than a dilapidated old building at this point. The tin roof is rusted with age, the bricks have been overcome by colorless vines, and the water wheel that is submerged in the river has ceased movement. Like everything in this arena, it is quiet and lonesome. The interior is covered in a thin layer of dust and jars of black oil line the walls on all sides. There is a single staircase that leads all the way up to the roof, which could offer a pretty good vantage point, but other than its simplistic beauty and the ability to make you wonder what happened here, the old mill seems pretty unremarkable. But, perhaps, that is exactly what you are meant to think.