The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by old, empty movie theater seats in a massive, ornate concert hall... like, they're just scattered all over the floor, it's kinda weird. Uh, the air's really thick with dust and it smells like old fabric or something. A huge, World War I-era tank is somehow sitting on the conductor's podium, like it was just lifted up there, with a bunch of pigeons roosting on its turret, while sunlight pours through the stained glass ceiling, casting these bright, multicolored shadows on the floor. The sound of muffled traffic hums outside, like it's rush hour or something.