The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A river of tar-like sludge is pouring upwards from the base of a twisted, rusting Ferris-wheel-like structure - no, not a Ferris wheel, more like a slaughterhouse's cattle-herding machinery... Umm, the air's thick with this noxious smell, like someone poured gas on a pile of rotting meat and lit it on fire. The sun's directly overhead, casting this weird, orange-brown glow, but the sludge seems to be absorbing most of the light, giving the whole scene this dark, grimy feel. Broken machinery's scattered all over the dusty, dry earth.