The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's dripping slowly from twisted, metallic roots that've burst through the stone floor of this massive, abandoned, hydroelectric turbine hall. It's really still, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth, and the light's coming from a weird, sunset-colored haze that seems to be seeping in through the walls. The turbines are... slowly turning in reverse, like they're pushing water back up the pipes, and there's this low hum, kinda like a far-off chant, coming from the machinery itself.