Welcome, Jake
Based on his understanding of the labyrinth, Jake flew directly towards the green light glittering in the darkness like a dying star lost in the firmament. During his journey, his hearing was frequently subjected to the incessant din of ceaselessly operating cogs, pistons and gears.
From time to time, short psychedelic light impulses would travel across the wall surfaces of the various structures, forming a network with mysterious functions.
Sometimes, as he brushed past a cubic room whose walls had been damaged by previous battles, the animal grunts of the Thralls and prisoners inside would reach his ears. Each time, he would accelerate sharply to get away as quickly as possible for fear of being spotted. Who knew what the current Thralls were capable of?