The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsing tendrils of some black, fungal-like growth are snaking out of a heavily rusted, industrial air conditioning unit, like... covering a corroded, copper pipe latticework suspended high above a mass of congealed, crimson fat and twitching muscle tissue. The air's thick with putrid rot, heavy with the stench of decay and death, and it feels charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle. Above, the sky's this pale, milky color, like spoiled cream, and appears to be reflecting the same patterns of twitching, muscular convulsions rippling through the fat and tissue below.