The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense bank of fog is creeping over a bunch of concrete pillars that rise up from the ground like, randomly spaced. The air's heavy with dampness, and I can smell the faint tang of rust... Umm, there's this really faint humming noise, like something's vibrating in the distance, but it's not really loud enough to make out. A couple of massive, antique propellers are buried halfway into the pillars, their blades bent and twisted in impossible ways - one of them is slowly turning, even though there's no wind.