The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's spraying everywhere as I walk through this massive, industrial-scale poultry slaughterhouse - the smell of wet feathers and blood is overpowering. The air's thick with the stench, but somehow it's not sticking to my clothes, and it's weirdly quiet despite the machinery still being active. Tens of thousands of empty metal coops are stacked along the walls, covered in cobwebs, and weirdly, all the stainless steel surfaces are reflecting some sort of twisted, impossible geometry that seems to match the Sephira of Netzach. Uh, it's somehow simultaneously raining and sunny in here.