The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, worn-out conveyor belts crisscross a massive, abandoned limestone mine. Air's dry and stale, like, no scent of anything. Uh, sunlight barely filters in through the narrow entrance, casting an even, diffuse light on piles of crushed rock and rusting mining equipment... An old, stationary excavator is somehow still scooping and dumping crushed stone into an empty railcar, its bucket arm moving in a steady, rhythmic motion, despite there being no signs of power or fuel.