rostok

Rostok. The ghost town. And there underneath the fire burned. A consuming of the blackstone, the everburning furnace fueling itself in the copious deposits of the tunnels. An accident which years ago sparked the lasting flame. Toxic gas seeped up from those depths. Wisps and great plumes...

Rostok. The ghost town. And there underneath the fire burns. A consuming of the blackstone, the furnace fueling itself in the copious deposits of the tunnels. An accident which years ago sparked the lasting flame. The seeping of toxic gas up from those depths. Wisps and great plumes alike...