The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by thousands of massive, twisted, ancient-looking gears made of what looks like pure black onyx, like, interlocking and turning in sync in a giant, empty cave. The air's super cold, and the stillness feels like a physical weight, but there's this low, constant hum of grinding stone that's somehow causing the cave walls to slowly shift and change shape. Uh, the smell of damp earth and oil is pretty overwhelming, and the only light comes from tiny, bioluminescent fungi growing in the gears' crevices. Outside the cave entrance, the sky is a deep, bloody red.