The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal stalactites are growing downwards from the ceiling of a massive, abandoned shopping mall, like... they're being pulled down by an invisible force. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of decaying perfume and synthetic fabric, while a faint hum emanates from a swarm of quadcopters hovering near the food court - they're somehow arranging a pattern of crop circles into the floor's dusty tiles. The mall's central fountain has been replaced with a swirling vortex of K-Y jelly, and it's slowly sucking in a nearby display of knockoff Louis Vuitton handbags.