The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusting medical equipment and discarded surgical tools litter the floor of a flooded, abandoned operating theater. Like, a blinding beam of sunlight cuts through the grimy skylight above, casting a spotlight on a shattered, stone statue of the Abraxas, with seaweed and fish entrails wrapped around its remains. Uh, the air's thick with the stench of rot, and some unseen force causes the medical equipment to repeatedly, mechanically, reassemble itself, only to violently shatter apart again. Water slowly rises and falls as if the room itself is breathing.