The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on a vast, abandoned film set in the middle of a desert, the air thick with heat and the smell of dry dust. Umm, a decrepit replica of a medieval castle facade somehow seamlessly integrates with a functional, looping roller coaster track, which has trains made of old furniture zooming along it without any visible support or propulsion. Palm trees sprout through the decaying wooden floorboards of the set's raised platforms, and it's eerily quiet except for the distant rumble of thunder from an otherwise clear sky.