The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, pixelated tendrils writhe across the ceiling of an abandoned, Soviet-era metro tunnel like... organic wiring. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of mildew and ozone, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of old fluorescent lights. The tunnel's walls seem to be slowly devouring a vintage, graffiti-covered skateboard, as if the concrete itself is hungry. A single, unblinking LED on the skateboard's truck pulses steadily, somehow transmitting a low-fidelity stream of "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley.