Summary

In the abandoned warehouse, tasked with Uschi's brief instructions, Klaus goes on a tour of the side aisles with the forgotten shelves and poison canisters. His path reveals not only the structure of the hall, but also the potential dangers that lurk in the darkness.

Epic summary

In the hall where silence gently bends, 
Through the darkness, Klaus, his path attends. 
Droplets withheld, in a threatening song, 
In the leaking hall, where echoes belong.

Uschi's commands echo through the night, 
"Clean up, Klaus!" she screams, in her bedroom-like might. 
Monday arrives, the task is clear, 
Spotless the hall, Uschi's decree we revere.
 

Yet Klaus' thoughts wander in the dark, 
How to cope with Uschi's unwelcome embark? 
Bedroom expression, upward she treads, downward she tricks, 
Uschi's true nature, a nightmare, a web that sticks.
 

Klaus' tour commences, through dust and grime, 
Deserted aisles, an abandoned climb. 
Gloves useless, Klaus ponders with care, 
Better attire he needs, this perilous affair.
 

The first aisle, veiled in spider's thread, 
Forklifts once lively, now mute and spread. 
Rust devours metal, sharp edges appear, 
Remnants of stability, laden with fear.
 

In the second, shelves vacant, once a threat, 
Now silent, witnesses of past onset. 
Rust gnawing, collapsing, time's revenge, 
Sharp edges and screws, like curses, a cringe.
 

The third aisle, canisters abandoned and marred, 
Neglect and decay, the room truly scarred. 
A feeble lamp flickers, powerless glow, 
A switchboard, disconnected, lifeless in its throw.
 

Through further corridors, a labyrinth of disregard, 
Goods and corners, shadows, a journey that's hard. 
The broad central path, like a forgotten street, 
Dust and concrete, a broken first aid kit, an abandoned fleet.
 

Treacherous potholes, filled with uneven grime, 
Perilous in darkness, Klaus' flashlight, no sublime. 
Rust stains and shadows, witnesses to past plight, 
In the hall, where darkness envelops Klaus, chaos takes flight.
 

Protocol

The eerie silence enveloped the abandoned warehouse. It was as if the abandoned warehouse wanted to support Klaus' thinking by not letting the water drip from the leaky roof, which had composed a threatening rhythm just moments before. The expected splash of the drop into the puddle at the end of the warehouse did not materialize and the eerie echo had already faded away. Klaus thought about how he should implement the instructions of his bed-loving foreman Uschi. Her shrill voice still resonated as she gave him the task:

(Klaus) "Klaus, clean up this damn hall. Today is Monday. Make sure it's sparkling clean before the week is over." Her snort was pretty stupid. It was interesting how her grim face changed to a bedroom expression as soon as the new managing director came into the room. Slut. Fuck Up, Kick Down; real shitty character. She doesn't give a shit about how others are doing as long as it doesn't benefit her. I have to calm down because there's nothing you can do about it. How do I proceed. The best thing to do first is to see what needs to be done here."

Klaus began his tour of the abandoned warehouse. The dust and dirt on the floor crunched under his footsteps as he moved through deserted aisles of high-bay warehouses. According to Uschi, this hall had not seen a human foot for at least ten years. The abandoned bedchamber in the corner near the front gate, which may have been used by a bum years ago, showed that there had been interim users. The once lively atmosphere, then permeated by the whining whines of forklifts and busy workers moving powerfully with loads, has now become an eerie silence, broken only by Klaus's crunching footsteps.

The abandoned warehouse stretched out in gloomy silence, surrounded by seven side aisles of high-bay warehouses still containing old, forgotten cargo. Each side aisle led off the wide central aisle, which ran like a deserted lifeline through the heart of the hall. Klaus went on an inspection trip that led him into seven dark side passages.

The first side corridor revealed high shelves whose metal struts were covered in dust and cobwebs. Abandoned forklifts stood like silent sentinels at the entrance, their tires once leaving marks on the dusty ground. (Klaus) The gloves the bitch gave me are of no use here. When I come tomorrow, I need better work clothes. Let's see if I can persuade her. Who knows what kind of poison is in these barrels. They are still half full and the labels are missing. Does the stuff really burn like Uschi said? Oh, there's an empty bin over there.

In the second side aisle, empty metal shelves caught the eye, once full of dangerous substances, but now only silent witnesses to past activity. Rust was persistently eating away at the metal, with some shelves already collapsing, as if time itself was seeking vengeance. Sharp edges and protruding pointed screws spoke of past stability, but now like mute remnants of a vanished order, looming dangerously in the dilapidated surroundings. Klaus cautiously peered into the dark corners, knowing that any movement could carry potential danger.

The third side passage revealed further secrets of the past. Incomplete packaging and damaged chemical canisters stood as silent witnesses to neglect and decay. A dim lamp flickered above an old electrical box that seemed meaningless without power, disconnected from the world.

Inspection of the remaining four side passages revealed nothing new and led Klaus through a labyrinth of forgotten goods and dark corners. The central aisle, which was even wide, divided the warehouse like a forgotten street. The dust that had settled on the concrete slabs was evidence of years of neglect. At the very end there was a broken first aid kit. Every step Klaus took here was accompanied by a dull echo that echoed off the hall walls.

(Klaus) Damn, there are a lot of treacherous potholes here that have only been poorly filled with uneven dirt. It's dangerous in the dark. Damn flashlight! I only see the potholes when the stupid thing is working, not to mention the sharp edges. Between the shadowy corners, old rust spots stood out, as if they were silent witnesses to past and future misfortunes.

Heading version

1. Silent envelopment and menacing rhythm
2. Uschi's instructions and the bedroom expression
3. First tour through the dark hall
4. Dark central aisle and seven dark corridors
5. Dangers in the side aisles and the need for better clothing
6. Further discoveries and the challenge of the middle aisle
7. Dangerous potholes and memories of past misadventures

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