Brank
As he places his hand on this unusual mechanism, it seems to bend at first. For a few moments, Kuzwo is stumped, it isn't metal, is it alive? It quickly wraps around the hand of Kuzwo in a sudden move and presses down onto him. His hand becomes numb, this action is too quick to react to.
As the mechanism does so, it releases the door, which flings open and out into space. Kuzwo jumps up from the surprise of the living mechanism, only to look out the airlock. The view is mesmerizing, as if standing at the edge of a precipice. The darkness beyond the airlock gives way an assortment of cogs and mechanisms, as if created from nothing, and these cogs give way into various dancing and jeering shapes of golden light, glyphs and symbology that Kuzwo couldn't understand, yet, he almost felt as if they were expressing, much like the cogs in the picture, a kind of greater mechanism, one he was too small to grasp for now.
His hand betrayed him by the guidance of his newfound and uncontrolled being. It had melded onto his hand, and with might, it flung him out the airlock. Kuzwo was sucked into the whirlwind of cogs, his body slowly turned into a brass-like construct, and started undoing itself into various kinds of mechanical components, he reached out back towards the airlock of the ship as a final act, before being engulfed into a blinding white light down at the end of this precipice.
Then, there was darkness. He felt the atmosphere heavy upon his face, his body was constrained by something that hugged him from hand to toe, his breathing and heartbeat was quick. Was this how his undoing felt? He didn't have the courage to open his eyes. Slowly, he recognized another sense, something grasped his hand, softly. He felt it, it was tough and rigid... a handlebar.
He opened his eyes, staring at the door on the other side of his airlock, his ship still parked besides the large prism. It appears he never left. Behind him, the large prism slowly danced, its almost mystical presence seemed to have faded away from now, and what was once a smooth black glass, was now like the darkest of unyielding nights.