The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense, misty greenhouse... vines snaking up steel beams, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Umm...the plants are just sorta... growing right through the metal, like it's no big deal, their roots tangling with wires and pipes. There's a... uh, a screenshot of a 4chan thread on a worn, wooden placard, just stuck in the dirt, with some cryptic stuff about "Kek's Cycle"... cough...Echo, you gotta... weak breath... everything's getting fuzzy, can't feel my... trails off...