The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping down from the ceiling of an abandoned, underground metro station... umm, it smells like mold and stagnation down here. A massive, transparent, crystal-encased locomotive is somehow half-submerged in solid stone, like it was just frozen in time. Sunlight barely filters through a grate high above, but somehow, a perfectly intact lettuce head is perched on a rusted seat, showing no signs of wilt or decay.