The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Snowflakes are slowly falling onto a sprawling, abandoned film set in the middle of a dense forest, like, it's been left untouched for decades. Umm, the air's got this crisp, winter smell and it's pretty quiet except for the sound of a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. Water's somehow seeping into the cameras and lighting equipment, like, refilling their reservoirs and making them operational again, even though they're old and rusted, and they're now capturing shots of... empty spaces where actors should be, but the shots are all perfectly framed and lit.