Picture: Midjourney, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts: Me
Well, hello there! Welcome to my cozy little corner of the world—an abandoned sewage treatment plant! Yes, you heard me right. I’m Walter the Whale, mural extraordinaire, and I’ve got prime real estate on the grungiest, most delightfully forgotten wall in the whole city. Some might think it’s an odd spot for a whale, but let me tell you, this place has charm!
I mean, who needs the ocean when you’ve got all this character? Sure, the walls are cracked and the floor is mostly puddles of mysterious water, but those puddles? They give me my very own reflection pool! I get to look down and see my lovely painted face every day, rippling and stretching in that murky water. Some whales have the vast blue sea—I have this cozy little sludge puddle. Unique, right?
And let’s talk about the “locals.” This place is home to all sorts of quirky characters. There are the pigeons who flap around like they own the place, the spiders weaving their webs in the corners, and even a family of rats who occasionally scurry by, giving me little nods of respect. They call me “Big Fish.” I think it’s their way of saying they’re impressed.
Every so often, a group of teenagers sneaks in. They’re always thrilled to find me here, the unexpected whale in a forgotten place. “Dude, it’s a whale!” they laugh, snapping photos and posing like they’ve discovered some hidden treasure. And hey, who am I to deny them a little excitement? I’m practically a legend in their world.
There was a bit of a scare recently. Word got around that the city might tear down this place. Can you imagine? Me, demolished! But then the people found out, and oh, you should’ve seen the outpouring of love. Suddenly, I was the most popular whale in town! They started petitions, organized little tours, even put up “Save Walter” posters. I didn’t know I was such a big deal!
So here I am, happy as a clam—well, a whale—in my quirky little plant. Not many whales get to say they’re the star of an abandoned sewage site, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. This old, crumbling place, with its puddles and pigeons and friendly neighborhood rats, is my home. And you know what? I think it’s perfect.