The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, old movie projectors are scattered across a massive, ornate theatre, somehow still beaming out a kaleidoscope of colors onto the walls despite having no visible power source. Umm, the air's super stale, like it's been sealed in here for decades, but it's not musty – just dry and old. The seats seem to be... slowly rearranging themselves, like they're being shifted around by an invisible force, but the overall pattern's staying the same, and the creaks and groans of the shifting seats are echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling.