The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty hospital equipment crowds a cramped, makeshift operating room, somehow lodged inside a cave system. Umm, the air's pretty heavy in here, smells like... disinfectant, blood, and something like burned wiring. A mass of tangled, pulsing veins somehow grows right out of the stone floor, pulsating with a slow, wet rhythm, while a dozen old surgical lamps shine down, casting a harsh, clinical glow on the entire scene. Water somehow pours upwards from the stone floor, forming a shallow, perfectly still pool that reflects the tangled mess of veins like a mirror.