Some how i imagine Harpo Marx's ghost, who just happened to be passing by, somewhere down that implied passage rolling those orbs into the pit portal to see if they will fill up the lobby of some far distance police station.
Sweet work. I like the use of the organic texture as a feature of the artificial architecture. Makes me think along the lines of Life being the structure that holds together time - it acts as a witness/validates Time's existence. Or something like that... I'm glad you found a use for my stock.