The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ridiculously massive, fly-encrusted carcasses of...like, cows or something, hang from the rusting meat hooks of a slaughterhouse, air thick with the smell of rot and death. The walls and equipment seem to be slowly dissolving, as if being eaten away by some kind of acid, and the sky above is a sickly shade of yellow. Like, an endless loop of the 4chan "pool's closed" copypasta echoes through the still air, somehow in sync with the buzzing of flies. The meat itself appears to be somehow regenerating, reforming into these...twitching, unnatural lumps.