The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog machines are somehow embedded in the concrete walls of this massive, abandoned highway tunnel, producing a thick, milky mist that's slowly crawling along the deserted asphalt like a living entity. Umm, the air's got this weird, chemical scent to it, and the mist makes everything eerily quiet, like it's dampening all sound. Morning sunlight peeks through the tunnel's entrance, casting long shadows behind the abandoned cars that are somehow covered in thick layers of coral and seashells. Like, water's dripping from the tunnel's ceiling, forming tiny rivulets that somehow flow up the walls, defying gravity.