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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted, Gothic-arch windows cast a pale, ethereal light onto a collection of dusty, analog computers in a cramped, abandoned server room. The air's stale, with a faint whiff of burnt circuits and ozone, and the silence is oppressive, like the stillness before a storm. Uh, old, reel-to-reel tape recorders slowly unspool their magnetic tapes, weaving an eerie, mechanical melody into the air, as if orchestrating some kind of paranormal symphony... Outside, the rain pours down in slow motion, seemingly paused in mid-air, suspended in a perpetual, crystal-like matrix.