The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines are crawling all over a bunch of massive, abandoned farm equipment, like, they're twisting up the metal columns and into the broken engines. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of overgrown vegetation, and it's pretty humid, with a bunch of fog still burning off from the morning dew. Birds are nesting in the rusty hollows of a massive, upside-down tractor, its wheels somehow stuck to the ceiling of a vast, underground cavern. The sound of running water's echoing through the cavern, despite being a couple of miles from the nearest lake.