The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, decaying meat is spilling out of rusted refrigeration units, their doors torn off in an abandoned meatpacking warehouse. Like, puddles of congealed fat reflect the setting sun, casting an eerie glow over everything, as if the whole area's been put through a meat grinder. Blood-soaked packing slips and shipping labels are somehow reorganizing themselves into diagrams illustrating the concept of "solve et coagula" from alchemy. A pungent smell of rot and death hangs heavy in the air, mixed with an overpowering scent of gasoline and ozone.