The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-draped concrete monoliths stretch across a seemingly abandoned research station, like... some sort of brutalist castle left to decay. Uh, wisps of fog crawl across the cracked pavement, where weeds push through, but somehow don't appear to be rooted in anything. The air's crisp, with a tang of ozone, as if lightning's just struck somewhere out of sight. Water's flowing upwards along the rusty support pillars, gathering in droplets at the top, where it's somehow siphoned away into a system of copper pipes that appear to defy gravity.