Let us peek in the box, to examine the beauty which is the cogs of machines spinning. In their fervour as they burn up the Antarctic, we can see a beautiful poem on display. An excellent display of lack of humanity, most poetic in its elegance. Here are the glass rooms we can view in, and peer into.

First is our beautiful 'Lysander Vance', a name he bequeathed on himself. For he determined to spin his own loom, whatever that means. Take a look at his beautiful creation.