Like the skeleton of an unearthed ancient animal, whose appearance can only be imagined, what remains, and makes up the Machine, are bones of varying sizes.
These ones define spaces, into which one can slip, between ribs, or climb.
Between the ribs of the central part, the dome-belly, are inserted other debris, and mirrors, which reflect in fragments the image of who’s inside, superimposing the internal and external views, beyond the ribs.