The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled iron reinforcements burst through the cracked, beige-colored plaster ceiling of a decrepit, Art Deco cinema... The air's heavy with the smell of damp mold and old celluloid, while the humidity feels oppressively high. Umm, water's pouring in through a broken skylight above, flooding the empty seats with a murky pool that's somehow, steadily recirculating back up into the still-operational film projectors. The only sound is the gentle, crackling hum of the projectors and the distant rumble of an unseen, underground waterfall.