The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, bloody chunks of what looks like raw beef are stuck to the inside of a massive, spinning top-loader washing machine, which is somehow embedded into the trunk of a huge, rotting tree. The air's thick with this heavy, chemical smell, like burning plastic, and the sun's beating down on the washing machine, casting this eerie, pulsating glow. Water's spraying out of the washing machine and it's filled with twitching, arachnid creations made from shredded chrome-plated bike parts. Like, they're being rinsed in what looks like pureed entrails, and this intense hum is vibrating the entire tree.