The Spiraling Machine's Hall
The date is unimportant, 02/23/24
I've just been tasked with this new sublevel to explore
It goes deeper in a circle, down and down under Level 3
There's nothing here but an engine's sound, an engine's sound and me
The grand machine whirrs forever
Down and down, it goes
Undertaking a pointless endeavor
As gears turn and its great whistle blows
Down and down the brick hall spirals
I've followed it further, miles and miles
I'm left to only ask myself what even is the point?
So many miles down from where the levels are joint
The machine was never built by man
It simply came together on its own
Fallen into place in the way things can
In the real world's mixed up clone
The engine's growl grows louder now
I'm simply left alone here to wonder how
I found myself lost so deep in this place
Stranded a hundred miles from the human race
The machine continues into Level 3's hard ground
Extending the spiral hall's eternal descent
The walls cutting off all but its roaring sound
Generating new depths and their earthen scent
Here a hundred miles down, I have seen it all
The machine still ever-turning, expanding on this hall
There must be more that's down here to be seen
But there's nothing here but me alone with the sounds of this machine
The machine has no true purpose
Yet it's meaning is clear as day
The engine knows nothing of us
It expands deeper without delay
Purpose is a concept born of the mind
Applied to all without thought
But in the face of arbitrary machinery, one will find
The need for purpose is all for naught