The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-drenched, metallic vines have engulfed the hull of a rusting, medieval-style, siege engine, half-submerged in a stagnant, algae-filled moat. Thousands of mangled, mechanical snake skeletons are suspended within the engine's latticework, their crushed forms reflecting a cryptic, Sephirotic diagram that appears to be scoured into the surrounding stonework. The air reeks of burning sulfur and feels thick with an electric charge, making my skin crawl, and the sun is somehow stuck at a 45-degree angle in the sky, casting an eerie, twisted glow over everything. Like... the moat's water seems to be flowing uphill.