3.

As morning breaks, I find myself still alone, 
In this vast factory, devoid of engineers. 
Inside, ropes surround a platform of stone, 
I step, my presence known, and a face appears. 
Cipher, friendly yet cryptic, their name, 
Back to my room or explore on my own. 
Clearance lacked, my access is denied, 
"Head west outside," they suggest, a path implied.