The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, rain-soaked fog clings to the crumbling headstones in an ancient, abandoned cemetery, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Umm, it's early evening, I think, the sky a deep indigo with no sun visible, just a dull haze. A delicate, filigree-encrusted music box somehow plays a haunting melody within a decrepit, waterlogged mausoleum, its notes seemingly unaffected by the oppressive stillness or damp conditions, the sound echoing through the foggy cemetery without faltering or fading away. Water drips from moss-shrouded angel statues, collecting into stagnant pools.