The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a retro-futuristic, Brutalist-style research facility sprawls out, overgrown with vines, sunlight streaming in through the grimy windows as massive, crystal-encrusted pillars support the crumbling structure. The air's thick with the smell of decay and burned circuits, and a low, pulsating hum emanates from the basement, kinda syncing up with the gentle vibrations of... I guess it's some kind of perpetual motion machine that's keeping the building's gravity slightly skewed, making water on the floor flow upwards into the pillars. Outside, a swirling vortex of clouds seems to be pulling in a massive, old-school satellite dish.