The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of old, worn-out factory equipment is scattered all over a massive, flat slab of moss-covered stone. Umm, the air's pretty still and humid, with this strong smell of damp earth and... oil? A faint beam of sunlight peeks through a gap in the overcast sky, illuminating a cluster of industrial machinery that's just... seamlessly merged with a chunk of living, pulsing coral reef, like it's a normal thing for factory parts to be growing out of the ocean floor. The equipment's covered in a thin layer of fog that's kinda clinging to the metal.