The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, crystalline growths are bursting out of a sprawling, abandoned supermarket's shelves, reflecting the pale, pulsing light radiating from the air ducts above. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of rotting meat and... kinda like frankincense, I guess, and the air pressure's uncomfortably high. Schools of bioluminescent, worm-like creatures are burrowing through the checkout lanes, leaving behind a trail of glittering, silver dust that's somehow reconfiguring the barcodes on the product packaging into cryptic, Kabbalistic sigils. The fluorescent lights above are still working, but they're burning with this weird, orange-colored flame.