The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are falling gently around these stacks of rusting, shipping containers in a huge, abandoned freight yard. Umm, the air's pretty crisp, with this faint scent of diesel fuel and saltwater, and it's kinda muffled, like the snow is dampening all the sound. One container is somehow continuously unloading a conveyor belt of packages that just disappear into a small, RETARDIO-tagged portal where the container's door used to be, all while seagulls fly overhead, screaming in the pale blue morning light. The nearby cranes are slowly, silently rearranging the container stacks into what looks like a 3D Minecraft map.