The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring straight down into a huge, industrial-sized vat of what looks like... orange marmalade. Umm, it's really humid and the air's thick with the smell of citrus. A bunch of old, rusty forklifts are somehow stuck in the marmalade, like they're frozen in place, but the weird thing is that the rainwater's not mixing with the marmalade - it's just sitting on top, forming a perfect, glassy layer that's reflecting the fluorescent lights in the ceiling. The air pressure feels normal, but the whole area's got this really still, eerie feel to it.