The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grimy, dilapidated slaughterhouse stretches out, the air heavy with the stench of rotting flesh and burned offerings to an unknown deity. Uh, skinned and disembowelled animal carcasses hang from the ceiling like macabre tapestries, swaying gently in the still air, as an endless procession of cattle heads emerge from some unseen gateway, their mouths frozen in mid-bellow, marching to be devoured by a colossal, flaming furnace emblazoned with cryptic Enochian script that seems to sear itself into my retina. Outside, an otherworldly greenish twilight gathers, shrouding the surrounding landscape in an impenetrable, eerie haze.