The Still Estate
PLACES IN THE WORLD OF SAORSA — The Still Estate
There’s an estate by the river people cross the street to avoid. Rows of dead tenements staring down the road with empty windows, roofs sinking, walls rotting, everything frozen mid-collapse.
Locals say the place “doesn’t move.” No curtains shifting. No rubbish blowing. No wind through the halls. Just a perfect, suffocating stillness.
If you step inside after dark, the quiet gets thick enough to feel. Some swear they’ve heard footsteps on floors long caved in, doors shifting on levels that don’t exist anymore, voices caught in the walls like the buildings are replaying old lives.
A loop. A memory stuck in its own bones.
There are places like this all over SAORSA — corners the Collapse hit like a death sentence, leaving life frozen in the ruins of isolation.
Places where the silence watches you back.
(Picture: Clune Park — Scotland’s “Chernobyl”)
