The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, dark smoke hangs in mid-air above the oil-soaked machinery and abandoned tools in a colossal, underground locomotive garage. Umm, the air is stale and heavy with grease, the only sound being a low creaking, like the metallic groaning of shifting, rusty plates – it's coming from everywhere, but somehow doesn't quite seem to fill the oppressive stillness. A partially dismantled, gargantuan steam locomotive somehow seamlessly merges with the rock face behind it, as if it's organically growing from the earth. Water slowly drips upwards from the locomotive's undercarriage, beading on the engine's rusty surface.