Before the old Devold factory outside of Ålesund was renovated, it stood as a time capsule of forgotten industry, its raw beauty captured in every corner. The old repair workshops, filled with the scent of aged wood and oil, seemed to hold the stories of past craftsmanship. In the storage rooms, rows upon rows of dusty ribbons and buttons lay scattered across worn wooden shelves, frozen in time. The unpainted walls, cracked and weathered, stood as a testament to years of use and history. The air was thick with nostalgia, dust motes dancing in the sunlight that filtered through the grime-covered windows. It was a place where every inch whispered of its industrial past, waiting to be reborn, yet still proud of the legacy it carried within its walls.