The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive hydroelectric turbines sit still in a colossal, abandoned powerhouse, the air's thick with the smell of grease and concrete dust. Water's somehow frozen mid-fall from the turbines' overflow outlets, like, it just hangs there forming impossible, crystal-clear stalactites. Shafts of late afternoon sunlight cut through grimy skylights above, illuminating schools of bioluminescent fish swimming through the turbines' idle machinery – their light dances across cryptic, arcane symbols etched into the powerhouse's structural girders, referencing the Kybalion's concept of Mentalism. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of static electricity.