The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale crescent moon hangs low in the sky above a deserted, Art Deco-style drive-in movie theater, surrounded by nothing but dense, black woods that stretch off to the horizon. Umm, the air's crisp and cool, with a hint of diesel fuel and popcorn lingering over the stillness, and a faint, static hum's emanating from the projector booths. Water's somehow pooling on the hoods of the abandoned cars, despite the clear, cloudless sky, and a massive, crystalline Merkaba's hovering - no, not hovering, it's physically embedded - in the screen itself, like it's part of the structure.