Deserted and empty. A derelict net factory, its vast windows shattered and open to a stormy sea. Waves crash against the jagged rocks below, sending spray high into the air, misting the decaying machinery scattered across the floor. The salty wind howls through the broken structure, carrying the cries of distant gulls and the smell of brine and damp metal. A single, rusted net lies tangled in a corner, a ghost of its former purpose.