The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline formations are erupting from the center of this abandoned drive-in movie theater, casting a pale blue glow over everything. Umm, the air's still and has this weird, pungent smell, like burning rubber and sugar mixed together. As the sun beats down from directly overhead, the crystals seem to be reorganizing the rusted, old car frames into geometric patterns, with some cars even folding in on themselves like origami. Meanwhile, the movie screen behind the formations is displaying a repeating loop of eerie, distorted landscapes, like they're being broadcast from some other dimension or something.