Industrialisation
The factory loomed above the cliffs, huffing thick clouds of dark smoke into the air. Towering stacks pumped the fumes relentlessly while trucks lined up to unload endless piles of tree trunks. Each log was swallowed by the grinding machines inside, devoured without pause. Andrew stared in disbelief. This wasn’t a workshop—it was an engine of destruction, chewing through the forest’s lifeblood without mercy. He felt the weight of its devastation.
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