The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, old-school drive-in movie theater stretches out in every direction, the air thick with the smell of popcorn and gasoline. A massive screen towers above, playing a weird, glitchy mix of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics and grainy, 8mm footage of insects crawling on flowers. Like, the sun's setting, casting this orange glow over everything, but the sound system's blasting the sounds of a tropical rainforest – monkeys screeching, birds chirping – in perfect sync with the on-screen images. A nearby car's engine is somehow, slowly, turning into a living, breathing beehive.