The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty water towers are scattered all over a sprawling, abandoned railyard... Umm, the air's thick with this smell of damp earth, and it's overcast, the pale sun hidden behind a mess of grey clouds. A bunch of wild, mechanical rabbits is calmly hopping across the tracks, their metallic bodies somehow seamlessly blending with the railyard's weathered scenery as they leave behind faint, shimmering trails of oil on the wet gravel. The rabbits' ears are slowly rotating, like they're tuning into some invisible frequency, and the air's heavy with an electric charge that's making my hair stand on end.