The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the grimy windows of a rundown, rural gas station. Like, a beat-up old tow truck's parked next to a fuel pump, which is somehow pumping out what looks like honey instead of gasoline. A flock of chickens is pecking at the sticky liquid as it pools on the ground, while a vintage TV mounted on the gas station wall shows a live feed of the Grand Canyon, but with all the rock formations shifting and rearranging themselves like they're being molded out of clay. The air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and baking bread.