The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted pipes are snaking out of the walls of what looks like a decaying, abandoned factory, somehow... growing tendrils of pulsing, bioluminescent mushrooms. The air's thick with the smell of machine oil and ozone's gone, replaced by a pungent scent like ozone's opposite. Water's seeping from the pipes, forming this perfect replica of the alchemical symbol for mercury on the grimy floor, as this weird, dry thunder rumbles through the air. The storm raging outside's casting flickers of shadow on the walls, illuminating these weird... stains that seem to be a diagram of the Rosy Cross from the Rosicrucian tradition.