The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive cogs and pistons are moving in this enormous, ancient clockwork mill, like it's still operational despite the thick layers of dust covering everything. The air's thick with the smell of old machine oil, and there's a low, constant hum from somewhere below, where a massive underground river's flowing, somehow syncing up with the Twitch stream of a popular Dark Souls speedrun projected onto the stone walls. A school of robotic eels are swimming through the river, their movements somehow linked to the gameplay, as if they're controlling the streamer's character. It's really dim and the air's musty and damp down here.