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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple-brown smoke is billowing out from a sprawling, abandoned foundry, the air thick with the scent of hot metal and burnt fuel. Uh, the sun's high overhead, but its light's somehow being refracted through the smoke, casting a weird, shifting glow over the rusting remains of old machinery and, like, what appears to be a slowly crystallizing lake of liquid glass that's somehow being shaped into a series of intricate, fractal patterns by the sound waves from a bunch of, um, apparently sentient, screaming pipes. The air pressure's causing my ears to pop.