The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted medical equipment is scattered all over a grimy, abandoned slaughterhouse, the air thick with the smell of rot and death. Uh, it's pretty still, but I can hear the distant sound of scuttling, like something's crawling through the ventilation system. A disembodied, fleshy mass is somehow attached to the ceiling, its surface etched with cryptic symbols from the Kybalion, and it's slowly dripping a noxious liquid onto the floor. The sky outside is a sickly shade of green, like it's infected with some kind of disease.