The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Irridescent hieroglyphs are seared into the surface of a smoldering, abandoned foundry, the air heavy with the smell of hot metal and grease. Like, water's steadily rising from the molds to form perfect, crystalline ingots that seem to be absorbing the flames. A massive, still-functional Bessemer converter is somehow spewing forth what appears to be a living, pulsing manifestation of the ancient Egyptian concept of 'Ba', which is just calmly coalescing on the foundry floor. It's pretty humid, and the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the grimy skylights is casting an eerie glow.