The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of old film projectors are just sprawled out all over a massive, ancient stone temple, with broken film reels and random machinery parts scattered everywhere... The air's really humid in here, with the smell of damp stone and moss, and sunlight's pouring in through gaps in the crumbling stone walls, casting these weird, disjointed shadows on the ground. Like, somehow, the broken film projectors are still displaying these choppy, flickering images of sunflowers on the stone walls, even though there's no power source or film running through them. It's really still and quiet in here.