The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shredded plastic waste and old computer parts are scattered across a polluted, barren landscape. Like, a mangled, industrial-scale harvester is half-buried in the toxic soil, its mechanical arms still twitching and covered in a thick, tar-like substance that's seeping from the ground... The air is heavy with the stench of burning oil and ozone-free decay, and the sky is a sickly orange hue. A massive, stone statue of a mythical creature, the Baphomet, is somehow growing new, organic skin, complete with veins and capillaries, despite being made of solid stone.