The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering down through... what looks like the ribcage of some massive, long-dead creature, its bones half-buried in the dusty ground. The air's thick with the stench of decay and something sweetly metallic, like honey mixed with motor oil. Umm, there's a massive, mechanical... entity, I guess, slowly extracting a gleaming silver tendon from the creature's spine, its movements eerily synchronized with my own labored breathing. The tendon's still pulsing, like it's carrying some sort of vital energy...