The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, thick grey fog clings to what looks like... an upside-down skyscraper lodged into the side of a vast, sandstone canyon, the misty air filled with the acrid smell of wet concrete. The sounds of CS:GO gunfire and groaning metal echo through the heavy stillness, and somewhere above me, I hear the distant whir of what sounds like industrial machinery, synchronized with the hum of... birdsong? Shafts of pale, pre-dawn light slice through the fog, illuminating graffiti-covered catwalks that seem to crumble, reassemble, and repair themselves as I watch.