i will criticize by way of interpretive short story:
oh no what is this mysterious liquid lady dancing before me?! it is a shiva god looking thing, will i be terminated? aaaa! oh no i am being psychologically assaulted with theramin powered ragas! shove me down the pipe hole with your loving embraces, i'm only asking for it at this point. mark the distance with your relentless pulsating brain zippityzaps. let it echo outside these spherical walls. permit me to remember how it once was.
i am granted a brief reprieve, what is this? and why?
i am shown the clockwork mechanisms behind my punishment. gears turning, stacked over each other and grinding upward into horizons unfathomable. wait, what's this? i can see clouds of metal beginning to part. i can see there is a way out of this. i am almost there! almost there! i'm free! i'm...
flung onto a rusted conveyor belt with whirring needles flying by overhead. sent down the line over an endless chasm below, i can see the the silver lining of open sky above me...feeling oddly at peace.
she hovers into sight, continuing to dance in ways indescribable. all else ceases to exist. where am i? i don't even remember anymore. what is happening?
it doesn't matter.
i see eyes..her eyes. i am in the cave. we are alone, together, as she melts away into the crevices again.