The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, metallic fungal growths cover the walls and ceilings of a colossal, abandoned abattoir, while iridescent mist hangs heavy in the air, giving off a sickly sweet smell. Uh, what looks like liquid silver is slowly dripping from the ceiling, forming a massive, mirror-like pool on the floor that seems to be reflecting an image of the Pleiades star cluster, like it's trying to pull it down to Earth. The air's thick with the smell of decay, and I can feel a low-frequency vibration through the soles of my feet, like the building itself is humming.