The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, orange-brown smoke billows upwards from the rim of a massive, industrial-scale incinerator at the center of a wide, concrete lot. Umm, it's surrounded by stacks of worn-out car tires and crumpled cardboard, which are slowly being fed into the incinerator's flames by an unseen force – like, there's no visible conveyor belt or mechanism doing it. The air's thick with the smell of burning plastic and the hum of machinery, despite a weird silence coming from the actual incinerator, which seems to be consuming the trash without making any noise. The sky's a pale gray overhead.