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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive chunks of a Soviet-era spacecraft are somehow integrated into the walls of a decrepit, industrial-scale slaughterhouse, with rusty pipes and old meat hooks scattered all over the place. The air's thick with the smell of rancid meat and machine grease, and it's eerily silent, like the sound's just been sucked out of the room. Like, a constant stream of faint, ASCII-encoded messages is scrolling across the metal surfaces, mentioning something about 'Cthonic vector protocols' and 'Trans-Yuggothian resonance'. Sunlight's barely filtering through the grimy skylights, casting long, ominous shadows on the floor.