The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blasted, concrete bunkers lie shattered and strewn across a desolate, barren wasteland, the air reeking of smoke, ash, and something eerily sweet... Like, a massive, mechanical heart beats steadily in the distance, partially buried beneath the twisted wreckage of a rusting, battleship hull, with veins made of thick, steel cables snaking out into the ravaged landscape. Umm, the sky's a sickly yellow haze, the sun hidden behind a thick layer of pollutants, and an unearthly silence hangs heavy in the air.