The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's this sprawling, abandoned film development lab, where sunlight's streaming in through massive skylights above these stainless steel countertops, reflecting off these thousands of scattered, Polaroid photos of, like, obscure occult symbols and weird, abstract art. The air's heavy with this pungent chemical smell and feels charged with static electricity. As the wind outside picks up, these exposed film strips begin rearranging themselves, reassembling into what appears to be functional film reels. They're being slowly wound onto a massive, reel-to-reel editing machine that's humming in the corner.