The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled deer carcasses dangle from ancient, creaking meat hooks in a blood-soaked, medieval butchery, the air heavy with the smell of rotting meat and... it's really humid, like, sweat's dripping down everything. Flies swarm the carcasses, but they seem to be avoiding this, like, pale, translucent egg nestled in the mess, and it's got this faint, iridescent sheen. The sound of dripping water echoes through the silence, but it's weirdly in sync with my heartbeat, and a piece of parchment on the wall seems to be displaying an anatomically accurate drawing of a deer's innards... that are actually moving.