The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a deep, bloody red, and sunlight's streaming through the dusty windows of a giant, abandoned slaughterhouse, illuminating a cluster of old, rusted meat hooks that are somehow being used as planters for a bunch of weird, bioluminescent plants. Like, the air's thick with the smell of old blood and disinfectant, and the sound of loud, industrial fans echoes off the steel walls, creating this weird, pulsating hum. Uh, the plants are slowly rearranging themselves to spell out "shout out Base" in glowing, green letters.