From the Deep They Came

From the deep they came. From the same — us.

Gears. Orange fire. Architecture of steel and soot. Inside the machine — ribs. Baroque chrome among the teeth — a living, breathing ornament.

Along the walls — signs of the ancients. Along the axes — mechanism. No difference: both arose from the same space, saturated with an orange glow.

Ra sailed over it every night. Apep waited below.

The arrows point down — that is where it all began.