Smokestacks spit smoke into the night sky, rise into the darkness, meet the moon, and break in the light. The lights of the factory are everlasting in the night sky. People working day and night inside the factory wall, working towards one objective, to keep it running. That's their one goal, and one they cannot let past them. The control panels are overwhelming, but you cannot make a mistake. One mess up could ruin everything, even the smallest mishap could make or break the whole process. People rustling around every which way. All working together in perfect harmony to ensure no mistakes. One person checks another as they check someone else. This causes a never ending cycle of checking, which makes everything run smoothly. All of this just so the factory never stops, because it cannot. That's the one main goal, Though this process is ensured it does have its downsides. Since the factory never stops neither does the output. This means there is a never ending sequence of smoke spewing into the air at all times. Because of this the air can suffer, so these everlasting hours of work all have a consequence. The consequence that may lead to a new world of changes. Ones that are irreversible. Times that are irreplaceable, times never to be forgotten, times never to be given back. These are the times we will miss, and because of our unwillingness to care about the present, our futures will suffer a cruel but ultimate demise.