In the magic ship's upper deck, where not even the Grand Inquisitors may tread, a ceremony for communicating with outer space was underway.
There wasn't a soul or any breathing creature at the ceremony site.
The conduсtors of the ceremony were the mechanical arms controlled by an invisible force.
When the ritual array was activated, and the energy fluctuations were absorbed by the surrounding wall structures, a deep void akin to a mirror appeared at the center of the array.
Standing outside the ritual array and looking into the void, one would see a massive workshop dotted with synthetic human body parts.
A bald old man with greying hair was by a craftsman table in the workshop, working on designs.
The appearance of the profound void allowed the inhabitants of the magic ship to see the other side, and those on the other side to witness the sights within the magic ship.
The bald old man turned to look at the round hole that appeared on the wall, bowed humbly and respectfully:
