The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled, rusted remains of a giant, mechanical knight are slumped against the base of a twisted, overgrown stone fountain, in some abandoned, medieval town square, I think. The air is heavy with the stench of decay, and a low-lying fog hangs above the cracked, cobblestone streets like a damp mist, with a pale, winter sun hovering just above the horizon. Water continues to seep from the fountain's broken maw, somehow feeding a nearby, wilting flower that seems to be... actually pulling the rusted armor plating off the knight, wrapping the metal shards around its own, withering petals.