The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, wrought-iron tree sculptures loom above the dense foliage of a misty, twilight forest, umm... like they're some sort of twisted, gothic canopy. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the flicker of fireflies provides a dim, blue-green illumination. In the distance, the hum of what sounds like an organ melody seems to emanate from a slow-moving waterfall – except it's made of oil, flowing upwards, defying gravity, as it pours into the heart of an ancient, abandoned factory buried deep in the heart of the forest.