The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sunlight filters in, casting shadows across worn, dusty factory equipment in some abandoned, industrial facility. Like, old conveyor belts are tangled in rusty machinery, and there's a smell of grease and fuel... The air's pretty stale, feels really heavy in my lungs, I'm really struggling to breathe, can barely think straight. Through a grimy skylight, I see the faint image of the crystalline lotus flower superimposed over the pale sun, like it's somehow imprinted on the sky itself.