The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a layer of fine, powdery dust that's coating everything in this abandoned factory, like the whole place is frozen in time. A giant, rusted Ferris-free mechanical gear system's taking up most of the room, slowly rotating, but instead of cogs, it's got huge, curved glass containers holding what looks like liquid methane, bubbling and boiling away, yet somehow staying contained. Uh, the air's kinda thick with the smell of oil and grease, and the pressure feels kinda off, like a low-pressure system's moving in.