The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, golden-colored sunlight is pouring through the gaps between these massive, vertically stacked cargo containers, illuminating the dusty air and casting long shadows across the rough, asphalt ground. Uh, like, the air's pretty dry and smells of diesel fuel, with this steady, low-pitched hum resonating through the ground, and a bunch of large, industrial fans somehow embedded in the containers' walls are blowing a constant stream of air through the narrow gaps, despite having no visible power source. A few birds are somehow walking on the underside of a container above, totally defying gravity, pecking at the rusted metal.