The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's pouring into a massive, indoor parking garage, with like, hundreds of perfectly preserved and intact vintage cars from all over the world. The air's thick with the smell of gasoline, oil, and old leather. There's this massive, functioning Ferris-wheel-sized gyroscope in the center of the room, somehow perfectly balanced and spinning smoothly, despite being surrounded by the cars and, like, normal parking garage stuff. The air's really still and dry in here, except for the occasional faint creaking of the gyroscope's metal frame.