The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, tons of vintage suitcases are stacked up around a massive, ornate fountain in what looks like an abandoned, overgrown train station... the air's pretty thick with the smell of blooming flowers and it's humid, like just after a spring storm. The suitcases all have old airline stickers and destination tags still on them, but somehow, water is flowing out of the fountain and directly into the suitcases, which are slowly filling up, but not getting heavier or falling over. The sound of gentle dripping and chirping birds fills the air as sunlight streams in through the broken glass ceiling.