My name is Wyatt, I am 21 now, but this story happened last winter when I was still 20.

I am an urban explorer and nature photographer.

That is about as much detail I go into about myself, because I don't want anybody

coming after me if they find out what I've seen. I know I'll never forget what I saw, but I can't

risk telling anyone that I know. I'm not currently

under any immediate danger but there are too many unknowns. Back in early

December of last year I was looking through Instagram and saw some shots from an abandoned factory in Germany.

This place was so perfect.

It was rusting and old, but still kept the same structure and shape as when it was in use.

Some of the pictures were breathtaking, mountain views through decrepit old windows, things like

that.

I screngotted and reverse image searched one of the pictures from Instagram and found a place in Germany.

There was no name for the factory anywhere I looked, but I kept seeing that the town it was in was called Western. I looked it up on Google Earth

and saw that it was in a mountainous region in northern Germany. As I swiped through the images on Google,

one article stopped me.

It claimed that the factory was going to be demolished in April of next year, meaning it would

be gone in just a few months.

I was feeling impulsive and excited, so without thinking, I googled flights to Berlin.

Looking back, I wish my phone would have died that very moment, anything to start me from looking at flights. I would do anything to go back and

make me close that tab. However, I found one flight leaving from my airport that

Wednesday. It was only six hundred dollars. I was just about600. It was only $600.

I was just about to buy the ticket when I remember that my friend Bryce, not his real name,

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