The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through grimy windows into a cramped, abandoned diner, the air thick with the stench of rotting grease. Like, old diner booths are covered in a mess of broken dishes, splintered wood, and shredded fabric... a mangled cash register somehow keeps spitting out bloody, raw chicken pieces onto the counter, which then slowly reassemble into a single, whole chicken that gets sucked back into the register, only to be shredded and spit out again. It's like, humid and still in here, and it feels like a heavy storm is brewing outside, the sunlight filtering in seems all wrong, like it's not coming from the right direction or something.