The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog is boiling off a steaming, blood-stained abbatoir, the air's thick with putrid rot and heavy with humidity. Umm, skinned and gutted carcasses of unknown, nightmarish creatures are suspended from rusted, industrial meat hooks, their twitching bodies reflecting an otherworldly green light seeping from cracked, stained glass windows above. Outside, trees seem to be bleeding a viscous, black sap into the fog, like the plant life itself is being vivisected, while above, a perfectly geometric, triangular slice has been cut out of the sky, revealing an inky blackness that's pulling nearby clouds inwards.