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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, abandoned factory equipment clutters a vast, dim space with catwalks crisscrossing the air above. Like, late afternoon sun filters in through grimy skylights, casting long shadows across a series of huge, interconnected chemical reactors, their pipes hissing softly with no apparent source of power. Umm, a thin layer of oil slicks the concrete floor, somehow forming perfect, miniature replicas of Euler's Identity formula, complete with intricate, swirling patterns that seem to shift and writhe like they're alive. The air's thick with the smell of burnt plastic and ozone's absent.