Growing amongst the ashes, a finely weighted disembodied mist rose. Littered across the barn floor stood damped metal, shadow lit by the ever-present moon. This rural-Gothic lithesome body creaked and ached, echoing ancient trees in a storm. A glow of darkening suspense, analogous to invisible isotopes within radioactive fields of density transmitted from the timber structure. Dripping from the charcoal lined attic, a deeply nocturnal residue seeped and curdled amongst the strained hay strands. Time was measured by the rings of dust gathered on the work tabletops. A paint peeled camping stove was on its side, increasingly compressed by some unknown pressure: a faint light grew whilst a petulant wind howled.