The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a sprawling, seemingly endless parking lot filled with old, abandoned RVs, each one covered in a thick layer of bird droppings. Like, the air's got this weird, pungent smell, and the sky above is a deep, rich blue, not a cloud in sight. As I move through the RVs, I see that each one has a massive, ornate organ pipe sticking out of the roof, and somehow, they're all producing this low, thrumming drone that's causing the air to vibrate in sync with my footsteps. A crescent moon is embedded in the asphalt, shining bright despite the daylight.