The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dried-out koi ponds reflect the pale morning sun on the rooftop of a half-abandoned, supermodern Tokyo skyscraper. Umm, the air's kinda crisp up here, and I can smell the faint scent of seaweed from the nearby bay; the wind is picking up, too, making the glass partitions vibrate. Water trickles from a broken pipe into the largest pond, where an upside-down shopping mall's interior somehow exists, miniaturized, complete with tiny, working escalators and advertisement screens flickering under the inch-deep water. The atmosphere's pretty still except for the hum of some distant A/C units.