The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of rusted medical equipment are scattered across a worn-out, concrete floor, like some abandoned clinic. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of disinfectant, and it's pretty humid – water droplets are beading on every surface. The fluorescent lights above are somehow synchronized to the erratic, pulsing pattern of a binary star system visible through the grimy skylight, casting this weird, stroboscopic effect on the walls. A massive, twisted spinal column seems to be slowly unfolding from the center of the room, like it's some living thing, as the lights pulse in harmony with its movement.