The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ruptured, rusting cisterns sprawl across a decaying, rural waterworks facility like a mass of disembowelled mechanical beasts, their twisted, corroded limbs splayed amidst a sea of glittering, crystalline sludge that seems to have seeped from the very earth itself, filling the air with a choking, acrid stench. Uh, delicate strands of ivy creep across the shattered concrete like tentative, green fingers. In the distance, a colossal, ancient Archimedean screw seems to be... slowly, silently turning, drawing up a churning, crystalline geyser from some unseen, subterranean reservoir.