The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusted medical equipment litters the floor of a massive, abandoned veterinary hospital, the air thick with the stench of rot and disinfectant. Umm, the fluorescent lights flicker overhead, illuminating a colossal, stone carving of the Rod of Asclepius, somehow entwined with the skeletons of what looks like hundreds of dead snakes, their bodies twisted and knotted together like a macabre puzzle. Rain drums against the metal roof, and the air is heavy with humidity as a low-pressure storm system moves in, casting a gloomy, grey light over the entire scene. The smell of ozone is absent, replaced by something eerily sweet.