The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Broken glass and twisted metal scattered everywhere, some massive industrial accident must've happened in this abandoned foundry. Uh, looks like molten metal's still dripping from a gigantic, partially destroyed furnace, casting a reddish-orange glow on the walls as sunlight streams through a large, shattered skylight above. Like, the air's superheated, and there's this low-pitched, steady hum of... not machinery, it sounds more like some distant, living creature, I guess, vibrating through the soles of my feet, while shards of metal are somehow being pulled upwards, like they're growing into twisted vines or something.