The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, abandoned subway tunnel is filling with a thick, iridescent mist, like, and the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth. Water's seeping through the cracked concrete, nourishing a cluster of twisted, metallic plants that are somehow absorbing the mist. The sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, even though the sun's hanging high, and... uh, fish are swimming through the solid concrete walls. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...