The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight filters through the grimy windows of a massive, abandoned factory, like, casting long shadows across the worn concrete floor. The air's thick with the smell of stale grease and oil, and the silence is broken only by the sound of a lone, still-functional conveyor belt steadily moving a stream of small, ancient stone statues with intricate carvings, no visible power source driving the machinery. Uh, the statues seem to be absorbing the faint sunlight, growing darker as they move along the conveyor belt. A thick layer of grime coats every surface, and cobwebs cling to the metal beams.