The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... A massive, disembowelled aircraft carrier lies beached on the shore of a stagnant, grey lake, its steel hull cracked open like a walnut, spewing forth a tangled mess of wires, pipes, and twisted metal. The air's thick with the stench of decay, and it's drizzling this sticky, black liquid that's slowly dissolving the ship's remains. The sky above is a sickly, jaundiced yellow, and the sound of groaning metal echoes through the stillness. Like, the lake's surface is somehow reflecting an image of the Tree of Life from the Kabbalistic Sephiroth, its branches writhing like living serpents.