I stumbled across this abandoned nightclub and it honestly felt like stepping into a dream that had been left behind. The walls are still bold with that dusty pink, but the place is clearly long past its party days — the floor’s collapsing, rubbish everywhere and it’s dead quiet.
What really caught my eye, though, was the graffiti. Someone gave the space a second life with color and attitude — a massive blue bird, all sharp beak and fury, shouts across the broken dancefloor. There are watchful eyes peeking out from the dark corners, and a wild mess of tags layered over what used to be a door or maybe a stage.
There’s something weirdly beautiful about it — the way decay and creativity are blending. It’s empty, but not dead. Places like this always make me wonder what used to happen there and who felt the need to leave their mark after the music stopped.