The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ravaged carcasses of what look like mutated, cybernetic sharks are strewn across a polluted, abandoned aquatic theme park, with twitching, bioluminescent tendrils snaking through the rubble and razor-sharp metal blades littering the ground. The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh and fuel oil, and it's snowing a toxic, quivering sludge that's accumulating in the shark tanks. A mangled, cryptocurrency mining rig is somehow merged with a still-functional, blood-stained water slide, which is pumping out a stream of twitching, organic-looking tendrils into the surrounding wreckage. The sun's a faint, crimson smear above the horizon.