The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloodstained surgical tools lie scattered on a decrepit, rusty operating table, situated at the center of a dingy, cylindrical, medical facility... somehow lodged inside a colossal, partially dissected, beached whale. The air's heavy with the stench of rot and formaldehyde, and the faint sound of a lone, wheezing pump is the only audible noise. Outside, a sickly yellow haze gathers, shrouding everything in an impenetrable fog. The medical equipment seems to be infected with a slow, pulsing, greenish mold that appears to be rewriting the labels to display Enochian script.