The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, twisted fibers of some metallic material hang from a ravaged, rust-red water tower like a macabre mobile, reflecting a sickly pale light from the mid-morning sun. Umm... the air's got this metallic tang to it, kinda like blood, but not quite, and the stillness is oppressive. Beneath the tower, an endless network of copper pipes seems to pulse with a soft, blue-green bioluminescence, as if some microscopic algae's taken up residence inside. The entire structure appears to be siphoning off liquid shadow from the surrounding ground, storing it in massive, transparent tanks etched with Kabbalistic sigils.