The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, animatronic cat statues are strewn about a sprawling, abandoned theme park like they just stopped functioning mid-performance. Umm, it's a pretty gloomy day with gray clouds blocking out most of the sunlight, but the air's not too heavy or humid, it's pretty still. Water's somehow seeping out of the cat's mouths, forming a lazy stream that flows uphill, disappearing into the broken machinery and abandoned game stalls. There's this constant low whirring noise and an acrid smell of burnt plastic.