The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bland, industrial concrete factory floor stretches out, covered in a layer of dust and streaks of oil. The air's dry and stale, like it's been sealed in for years. Um, there's this giant metal pipe system hanging from the ceiling, and water's flowing through it, somehow going uphill, defying gravity, with no visible pumps or machinery. The sun's high overhead, shining down through grimy skylights, casting an uneven light on the rows of abandoned machinery.