The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient pipes are hissing with steam, like, everywhere, surrounding this huge, corroded cylinder thing... Umm, the air's really thick with this damp, metallic smell and it's super hot in here. A flock of birds made entirely of iridescent, liquid metal are flying around the cylinder, somehow leaving trails of solid, crystalline structures behind them that are reflecting all the colors of the visible spectrum. The cylinder's just casually embedded in a giant, perfectly-preserved fossilized ammonite shell, and the pipes seem to be draining its insides into the air, somehow.