Hematite, or a black jewel that swirls ever so slight under the lack of light.
Everything is dark but there isn't any shadow.
Poured gold and molten hot it cools to steel and gray. The man stamped on it is holding a hammer high above and the sun is rising with great power.
Engines, and gears, and clocks and lizards. It's all gray and blue and black. All the machines stamp and pull and turn and the lizards work so busily. The floor is checkered white and dark. It stretches and stretches and stretches and stretches on before giving way to black void. I can't see this place but I know where it is, and what it looks like. Bellows are the only color; orange and yellow and burning hot. Sizzle and sear. Look at the lizard. Black and gray - lizard in the lava - like nothing seen around. He's burning but he likes it.
Black black black black green red steam and boiling
On and on and on on a machine? Gears and wheels and radiators. I don't know. It moves and moves and moves. Is it sunset?