The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Severed animal heads are rotting on steel meat hooks in a dilapidated, industrial-scale meatpacking plant. Flies swarm around the decaying flesh, and I can hear the buzzing getting louder. Air's heavy with the stench of death, the sky above visible through the rusted metal roof - there's a total solar eclipse happening despite it being mid-morning, with a giant, metallic cylinder somehow suspended inside the dark circle of the moon's shadow.