The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring through the grimy windows of some derelict fish farm, like, right into these massive tanks filled with dead, bloated salmon, their bodies reflecting a scrolling 4chan thread about Roko's Basilisk. The air's thick with the stench of rotting fish and the sound of buzzing flies, while a steady stream of blood and guts pours out of the rusted filtration system, somehow reassembling itself into perfectly edible-looking fish sticks on the conveyor belt below. Umm, the machinery around it's whirring to life, somehow pumping water upwards into the nearby tanks against gravity. The air's heavy with the smell of decay.