The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a dense network of fiber optic cables covers the ceiling of some kind of abandoned research facility, like it's been overrun by this mess of colorful wires. The air's stale and dry, with this weird tang of burned circuitry, and it's got this low-level hum that's making my skin itch even more. A giant, partially disassembled Tesla coil dominates the center of the room, with sparks still crackling in mid-air despite the fact that it's clearly not powered. The entire room appears to be submerged underwater, but there's no sign of water anywhere, just this eerie, pressure-crushed silence.