Soon Mir came across a crack in the metallic mass, through which a pitched hiss emitted along rays of dim light. Her fingers fit into the crack and she took a step back, pulling. Slowly the crack widened, then suddenly she found herself tumbling over and landing on her butt, a blast of air billowing her hair. A bent doorway of sorts had opened, leading into the mass of metal.
She stood up, sending a curious peek inside. Wiring and bent metal sheets hanging from the walls, and hissing pipes and a weird smell greeted her. Briefly wrinkling her nose to the smell assaulting her nostrils she headed in.
The layout within seemed at first complex. But in essence it was rather simple after all; a vast storage of some sort, various small rooms and then the room into which she saw from outside.
Mir chuckled at the pretty sight of the floating lights, "panels" of some kind upon which the light formed pictures, and graphs, and something what she thought to be text and numbers. The pictures piqued her interest much more than the crawling wall of text (which she didn't understand to begin with).
She touched one of the ethereal images, one which resembled the mass of metal within which she was. It spun briefly around. Chuckling amused she sat down on the seat around which the lights were concentrated, wondering grabbing her fingers around a handle of sorts. To her surprise, the whole structure shook when she lightly tilted the handle. She tilted it the other way and her surprise grew even more... the view of the landscape outside leveled, the metallic hulk lifted itself from the dark crystalline ground.
Mir glanced at corner of the room, the crumpled pile, the owner of the strange barge, didn't seem to be bothered by her curiosity.
... I see, rest as you will ...
... What this be, you do tell me? ...
... I see, you do not speak ...
... Like I do, I wonder ...
She fell silent, canted her head, then shrugged when no reply was given in any shape or form.
Time passed while she toyed around with the lights and the, now obvious, controls of the barge. Moment by moment she learned more. She closed her eyes and pulled a handle upwards, and with a banging groan and creak the barge became airborne. She burst into elated lilting laughter and nudged the handle forth... and the barge obeyed, slowly gliding forward...
... it fits Mir the way I envision her (the artwork and the music). That artwork is made by Patipat Asavasena though, not me.
