The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise fog seeps through a massive, crystal lattice formation that seems to be growing organically around the support beams of this abandoned, underground train station. Like, air's thick with anticipation, the electric scent of an impending storm, and the sound of water dripping somewhere echoes off the structure, even though it's somehow... dry in here. Train cars are lodged in impossible positions, suspended between tracks at crazy angles, their wheels still slowly turning as if they're trying to get unstuck. The sound of gentle, whispery murmurs is coming from within the crystal formations themselves.