The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Guts and entrails are splattered across a vast, mirrored surface, umm, reflecting a mangled, still-twitching mass of what looks like mechanical limbs, like, a huge mechanical spider or something. The air's heavy with a metallic, almost acrid stench, and I can hear a constant, low-pitched whine coming from deeper within this... reflective cavern, I guess. Some weird, iridescent flowers are sprouting straight out of the carnage, petals unfolding like, totally unbothered by the gore surrounding them. The sun's pale light barely filters through the cavern entrance above, casting an eerie, pulsing glow across the wreckage.