The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of thick, blood-red vines have wrapped around what looks like the rusting carcass of an abandoned train locomotive, its steel plates covered in ancient-looking symbols of the Kabbalistic tree of life. Umm, the air's heavy with a noxious smell of decay and ozone-free stagnation, like it's been locked in a vacuum for years. In the distance, a massive stone statue of the Egyptian sun god, Atum, towers over the wreckage, its solar disk face radiating a dull, yellow light despite the lack of sun in the pitch-black sky. Rain is falling upwards from the ground into the darkness above.