Imagine an image in REME's Charnel Mechanica style. A vertical shaft plunges deep into a forgotten machine-city, its walls lined with walkways, scaffolds, and decaying gantries. Rust-streaked columns form a labyrinth of rib-like supports, lit only by crimson floor beacons and distant sparks from overworked machinery. Mechanical arms hang limp from overhead rails, casting skeletal shadows onto the grated floors. Steam coils upward from below, while tattered flags hang motionless in the still, charged air. The shaft echoes with faint industrial groans, as if the structure itself breathes—watching, waiting, remembering.