The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, retro-futuristic research facility stretches out on a rocky, alien shoreline. Umm, seaweed-wrapped pipes spew a noxious sludge into a pool of stagnant, greenish-black water, reflecting the pale, pulsing glow of a hazy, yellow-orange nebula in the night sky. Water somehow drips upward from the sludge, forming perfect, miniature replicas of M.C. Escher's Belvedere, which disintegrate as soon as they hit the surface of the pool... The air's thick with an otherworldly static charge, smelling like ozone and decay.