The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy machinery is scattered across the floor of a massive abandoned factory, like... uh, some sort of catastrophic event just stopped everything in its tracks. The air is thick with grease and there's this pungent smell of smoke wafting from somewhere deeper in the facility. Water from a broken pipe is spraying upward in a precise, hexagonal pattern, somehow not spreading or splashing despite the force it's coming out with. The sunlight streaming through the grimy skylights is casting this intricate, latticework shadow on the walls.