The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a vast network of glistening, crystalline filaments is filling the air in a cramped, abandoned train car, like, it's somehow supporting the structure of the rusting walls and ceiling. Water's seeping through the cracks in the walls, and there's this intense smell of rust and wet earth as the air's charged with electricity. The car's somehow buried vertically, with the rail tracks above, yet water's streaming upwards, and gravity seems to be... repelled by the filaments. Outside, a pale sun's hanging low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the surrounding wasteland.