The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pouring in from the upper corners of a huge, empty concrete silo, like, forming a weird, transparent dome over the center of the room. The air's charged and it smells like wet cement, and this low-pitched hum is syncing up with the sound of the water hitting the ground. Out of nowhere, hundreds of small, mechanical lotus flowers have sprouted from the wet floor, their petals displaying what looks like glitchy debug logs from some long-abandoned online game server, but they're also somehow reflecting the image of a perfect, fractal labyrinth.