[Half-Life machinima] Marsh Machinery

I’ve just woke up and have to tell. I have weird dreams and weird thoughts come into my mind. I dream about marshes, ginormous ancient marshes, primordial, covered in haze, waiting. And in those marshes it’s like some machines are moving. It’s some kind of gearwheels, rusty giant gearwheels protrude their cogs up, they look like tips of icebergs rising above the marshes. They are moving, and I know that under the surface of these marshes exists something mechanically-living, an artificial creature which had never been created by anyone. And the rotten pistons are moving, the boiling bog surrounded by silence erupts peat and steam, there are blue lights hovering above the surface of the marsh, and that which should not live and have never been alive, a hideous hybrid of metal and rotting plants, it lives there and waits. The whole morning I have been looking through marshes on Google Maps. I was surprised after realizing that there are so many of them in Russia. And they are ginormous and the most of them has