The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, pulsating tendrils of flesh are snaking out of a cracked, glass-walled shark tank in a flooded, abandoned aquarium, infusing the dark water with a sickly, crimson-tinted liquid. The air's thick with the stench of decay and saltwater, and it's getting hotter by the second - like the aquarium's about to boil over or something. Water's still flowing through the broken pumps and pipes, but somehow it's moving upwards, defying gravity, as a massive chunk of motherboard has merged with the aquarium's filter system. The sun's a pale, crimson disk low in the sky.