The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, severed power cables writhe across the cracked concrete of a vast, abandoned dam. Water somehow pours upwards from the dry riverbed, reconstituting itself as a raging torrent that thunders across the spillway, as the morning sun beats down, baking the rough stone in a golden glow. The air's thick with ozone, charged and heavy, and there's this... perpetual scent of smoke wafting from a small, burning, cordless vacuum cleaner somehow stuck in the rocky debris. Birds cry out overhead, their cries echoing off the sheer walls as the stillness is interrupted by a low, pulsing hum.