The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Oil-stained machinery echoes the layout of CS:GO's de_aztec map in a cramped, dimly lit factory abandoned amidst dense jungle. Air thick with the smell of gasoline, rust, and decaying plant life clings heavy to the metal beams. Outside, a waterfall crashes into a tranquil lagoon under a clear late-morning sky as an impossible chunk of blazing nebula hangs caught, somehow solid and unmoving, in the treetops. The air's oppressive humidity only punctuated by sounds of groaning metal and distant thunder rumbling from beneath the earth, like something's grinding itself awake beneath our feet.