The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... sunlight's shining through grimy skylights above, illuminating rows of idle machinery in a meatpacking plant. The air's thick with the smell of rotting flesh and decaying animal byproducts, and the humidity's making my skin feel sticky... Like, there's this conveyor belt just continuously butchering and packaging raw meat, even though the plant's clearly abandoned – somehow the equipment just keeps running, producing perfectly wrapped steaks and roasts, all labeled with barcodes that seem to change on their own. Outside, I can hear the distant rumble of thunder and the air pressure's dropping rapidly.