The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A worn, concrete skateboard ramp dominates the center of a massive, empty aircraft hangar, sunlight streaming in through the open doors. The air's super dry, like, you can taste the dust particles suspended in the air, and there's a low rumble coming from somewhere outside, probably thunder. The ramp's covered in layers of neatly stacked, perfectly folded pizza boxes, somehow resisting the gentle breeze blowing through the hangar, and uh, the pizza boxes seem to be reflecting a Twitch stream of a cat playing piano on their surfaces.