The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight is pouring in through a massive, shattered dome, illuminating a sprawling, overgrown greenhouse. The air's got a warm, humid feel to it, with the scent of decaying plant matter and a hint of diesel fuel. Like, the remains of what looks like a giant, mechanical squid are somehow still moving, its tentacles slithering through the dirt and vines, etching weird patterns into the broken glass and concrete as it goes. A heavy stillness hangs over everything, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder and the creaking of the squid's rusted joints.