A Ruin Worthy of its State

This is random poem I wrote from the perspective of the player in Poppy Playtime after the story of the game is over. I'm assuming all the experiments are gone, and the factory building is just dark and empty now. I picture the player, years later, passing the abandoned factory again and thinking about everything that happened in there. They feel guilty that they used to work there, now that they know about the company's dark secrets, and they are traumatized from the experience of exploring it after everyone "disappeared".