The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crushed and rusted bulldozer is half-submerged in a stagnant, blood-red lake that stretches as far as the eye can see. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of rot and decay, and it's humid, like my skin's already getting sticky with sweat. The sun beats down relentlessly from directly overhead, and the stillness of the air makes the silence almost deafening. A nearby chunk of twisted metal is somehow steadily dripping what looks like fresh, clear water into the lake, despite being completely surrounded by the same filthy, polluted water.