The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, chunks of rusted metal are slowly unwinding from coils, unspooling across the cracked concrete floor of this abandoned subway tunnel. Air's stale and musty, and there's this constant, high-pitched whine, like, it's making my ears ache. Umm, sunlight's filtering in through the grimy windows above the platform, casting these distorted shadows on the walls... and the metal rails seem to be gradually twisting into impossible curves, looping back on themselves, like, without actually moving. The smell of damp earth and oil's clinging to everything.