The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through the dusty windows of this abandoned diner, casting a warm glow over the old-fashioned counter and stools. The air's stale, with a faint smell of grease and old coffee, and it's pretty still, no breeze at all. A chrome jukebox in the corner is somehow pouring out a steady stream of milk, which is just flowing across the floor and into a drain, like it's a normal thing. Outside, a massive cargo ship is somehow lodged in the branches of a tree, its hull covered in vines and leaves, like it's been there for years.