The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a mangled, industrial-sized meat grinder lies at the bottom of a drained, Olympic-sized swimming pool, the air heavy with the stench of rotting meat and chlorine. Like, the pale yellow sun casts a sickly glow through the cloudy, plastic roof at a mid-morning angle. Water slowly flows uphill from the drains, forming tiny whirlpools around the grinder's clogged maw, as nearby debris and trash are somehow being compacted into small, geometric blocks that fit neatly into the machine's infeed. LCD screens embedded in the pool's floor display scrolling equations referencing the concept of Shekhinah in Lurianic Kabbalah.