The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring through a series of small, circular holes in the metal ceiling, casting these tiny, bright spots on the wet concrete floor of a massive, abandoned highway tunnel. The air's heavy with the smell of damp concrete, and like, the only sound is the gentle hum of a few remaining working streetlights. Water's flowing from the holes, somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity, and forming a network of tiny, gleaming rivulets that crisscross the ceiling. The tunnel stretches out for miles, empty and still, with only the sound of the gentle lapping of the water.