the ancient processing plants stretched across the landscape like a grim checkerboard, where our ancestors extracted sustenance from bone. spherical vats and geometric tiles created an eerie industrial temple, scattered with the detritus of survival. it reminded me of hr giger's biomechanical aesthetics merged with prehistoric industry. the turquoise patina that had developed over millennia gave the scene an otherworldly glow, as if preserving the memory of countless extractions in its oxidized surface. i wanted to capture that sense of sacred industry, where the line between ritual and manufacture blurred into something both primitive and futuristic.