The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a bunch of broken machinery scattered around a massive, abandoned factory floor... The air's thick with the smell of grease and engine oil, and it's super loud in here, with metal creaking and groaning everywhere. Like, somehow a huge, metal stamping press is just continuously stamping out perfect, identical copies of a small, metal rabbit figurine, with no one operating it or anything – the metal sheets just feed into the machine by themselves, and the finished rabbits clatter onto the floor. The air feels kinda hot, like it's radiating off the machinery or something.