A Place called Ceani

“It was my fault. I could've given him my food. He didn't have to die. I failed him,” I choked out, “I was fine, strong, I wasn't close to starved, and neither were the kids. You burn through your rations with your work in the fields, but I didn't need to eat. I could've saved him.” The wind faltered in our direction for a instant, causing smoke to blow my way and burn my eyes. It smelled strange, like the mountains.

Before me loomed the old observatory which would be our home for the next year. Its walls were an expanse of red brick stacked on red brick, contrasting the two white front doors and the white domed tower. It sat atop Henrick Cliff with large fields sloping down from the front of the house. The tower could be seen rising from the back of the house, with the cliffs edge and sea beyond that. The observatory looked like a forgotten castle, waiting for the next rulers to occupy it.

The high temperatures, high and fierce winds and the drought caused the disastrous dust storms that scraped the Earth bare. Withering plants scattered across the plains and livestock suffocated by the dust, all gone in an instant. These storms were huge, rolling clouds of dust, that would go on for hours, sometimes even days. The storms were so powerful that even the best protection people could make, was still not enough to avoid the storm’s powerful strength. To reduce the dust coming in, people would use a paste of flour and water; dip strips of cloth into the mixture, and seal cracks in the house.

Upon opening the back door, Vasquez observed that there was just enough space to squeeze past the refrigerator blocking the exit. The air smelled of burned rubber and melted wires; a damp ash covered the ground, sticking to their boots. In the kitchen, Vasquez and Fogg discerned only smoke and heat damage—a sign that the fire had not originated there—and so they pushed deeper into the nine-hundred-and-seventy-five-square-foot building. A central corridor led past a utility room and the master bedroom, then past a small living room, on the left, and the children’s bedroom, on the right, ending at the front door, which opened onto the porch. Vasquez tried to take in everything, a process that he compared to entering one’s mother-in-law’s house for the first time: “I have the same curiosity.”

The sides of the enclosure gleamed softly beneath the opening, a faint silvery luminescence gracing the edges and faces of the gray-black rock unlike any of the rocks he’d seen in the hills around his home. “Home,” he thought. Where was home? Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck his back, convulsed his whole body,

“The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night, the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles.” No one is left living in this house, yet the house continues its daily routine: starting breakfast, washing the dishes, cleaning the floor, filling the bathtub, heating the beds. It is as if the house is alive, refusing to believe that its

Where the colorless tiles ended, a dark carpeting started. He looked further right, to the wall beyond the flooring, seeing the silhouettes of several stacks of boxes and metal racks used to hold clothing. From there, he looked ahead the thirty-foot space to the far wall, the view showing him empty floor space from where he stood, its emptiness ending at the building’s right wall.

I chose this site because I thought it would be easier due to the fact that we watch that movie and I already had previous knowledge. Also I thought you would really be amazing to see these structures or at least what remains of

Riley pushed his wet blonde hair out of his eyes and shivered while drawing his fleece blanket tighter around his body. The hairs on his arms and legs felt like they were standing straight up from the goose bumps that were forming on his skin. Even though it was the middle of August, it was unusually cold tonight. It had been raining on and off since five PM, so the grass had disintegrated into the slippery mud that was oozing between his toes and ruining his bamboo mat. At least he had been smart enough to bring it – others were sitting directly on the grass and ruining their jeans. People were walking around with brown stains on their backsides, making it look like they didn’t make it to the bathroom. Even though, his jeans weren’t dirty,

She didn’t notice it until her middle finger scraped against the porous stone. Allison gritted her teeth and bit back a scream as she felt her fingernail peel away from the cooked nail bed. In her vision, the gray, slope shaped stone appeared to be a blob. She squinted through the tears and saw a dark mass in the distance. Allison felt the curb again and gazed back at the mountainous blur past it, A building … Water …

On the day of the eruption, early in the morning, at about ten o’clock, an enormous explosion occurred, then a twenty kilometer high cone formation followed, the gas, ash and stones wiped out towns for miles around. Soon afterwards, massive earthquakes occurred, rumbling and shaking the whole entire city, several of these happened throughout the day and during them, pipelines had begun to break apart from the violent rattling. Further into the day, pumice rocks about the size of golfballs but only about two and a half times larger than average ones, were blown away from the

Buildings are crumbling, roofs ruined, yet the foundation of the city is still there. The city has endured hundreds of years worth of storms and time itself. The narrator then talks about how this city was created and all people were filled with joy. Streams were flowing and the stone building stood tall. Splendor and glad-minded men filled the bright kingdom.

On May 19 at 9PM, an unknown object fell, from space, at some point into the sea, between a town called Carilo and another called Villa Gesell. The meteorite caused a great light preceded by a loud noise, as an explosion, that caused a slight trembling that alarmed to people. Some people think that what fell from the sky could be part of an old satellite or a piece of space junk that fell out of orbit, and others that it was a meteorite, but the truth is that the experts haven't said absolutely anything about it

The remains themselves describe very little narrative of events or actual functionality of the structures. The cultural importance of these sites must be inferred by combining the architectural evidence with the historical record and other sources

The main mystery surrounding this impact event concerns the fact that the liquefied rock in the crater is significantly less than anticipated because of the impact. The size of the crater measures a depth of 570 feet with a diameter of 4,100 feet. The crater was created approximately fifty thousand years ago