The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, rusted water tanks cover the rooftop of a massive, abandoned factory, like, they're all interconnected by narrow pipes and valves. The air's thick with a heavy scent of damp earth and decay, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hidden behind the clouds, casting a cool, diffused light over the whole scene. A single, perfectly formed orchid blooms from a crack in the concrete, its petals a vibrant, electric blue, and uh, it's somehow playing a low, steady hum, like a mechanical drone, that's vibrating the air around it.