The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered, crumbling concrete pillars rise out of a vast, murky swamp, the air thick with humidity and the smell of decay. Like, the sky above is this sickly shade of chartreuse, and the sunlight filtering through casts an eerie glow on the stagnant water. Umm, an ancient, rusted escalator somehow stretches up from the depths of the swamp, its steps still slowly moving as if it's carrying some invisible cargo. A low, buzzing noise hums through the air, and the water's surface is dotted with delicate, lotus-like flowers that seem to be made of some iridescent metal.