The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a series of interconnected crystal formations, like, suspended within a massive geode that somehow encompasses an entire section of a worn-down highway. There's this low hum of a far-off diesel engine, even though there's no sign of any vehicles anywhere, and the air's thick with the smell of gasoline and dry earth. The highway asphalt is cracked and overgrown with weeds, but a vintage Cadillac convertible is somehow halfway submerged in the crystal, its headlights still shining through the clear mineral structures. Faint echoes of revving engines reverberate through the crystals.