The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a grimy, abandoned abbatoir or something... There's old, dried-up animal hides and entrails scattered everywhere on the floor, and the air's thick with the stench of rotting meat and... something else, like ozone, but not quite. In the center of the room, there's this massive, ancient stone statue of the Ouroboros, its eyes seem to be made of these tiny, moving stars that are pulling in and out, like they're breathing, I guess. Echo, c'mon, you gotta keep moving, man... my vision's blurring and I feel like I'm about to pass out...