The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the stench of rotting flesh as I gaze upon a decaying, abandoned slaughterhouse. Flies swarm around the rusted hooks hanging from the ceiling, while the floor's slick with a mixture of animal waste and blood. Umm, a large stone basin in the center of the room somehow has water flowing upwards from the drain, like it's defying gravity, and it's collecting into this massive, still pool of water that's just reflecting the light of the setting sun shining through the grimy windows.