Treatment Plant

The reek of burning and processed garbage clings to everything here, like a poisonous film that settles onto every available surface. The air is stained a pale brown, obscuring the moon in an amber haze. Blue methane flames rise into the air from tall stacks protruding from a colossal, dark red building. The narrow peninsula connecting the plant to the mainland is raised high above the waters of the marsh, but the smell of rotting vegetation and dank water is everywhere.