The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, iridescent vines strangle the sides of a colossal, abandoned cooling tower, its crumbling concrete surface reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through the thin clouds above. The air's got this weird, ionized smell and it's pretty humid, like right before a thunderstorm. Umm, a massive, ancient statue of a long-extinct, Lovecraftian creature...has somehow been fused with the tower's latticework support structure, its twisted, tentacle-like limbs now serving as structural supports for the decaying concrete. The stillness of the air is oppressive, broken only by the faint crackling of distant, unseen energy discharges.