The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered remains of a glass chandelier cover the center of a derelict, centuries-old opera house, sunlight filtering in through massive holes in the roof at a late morning angle. Like, the air's thick with dust and smells of rot, and cobwebs are clinging to the ornate carvings on the balconies. A massive, gutted pipe organ sits in silence, somehow pumping a stream of murky liquid through its pipes that pools around the base of the chandeliers, seeping slowly into the floorboards, as a low, creaking groan echoes from the settling wooden frame of the building.