The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A standard Soviet-era cinema theater sits in the middle of a seemingly endless field of tall, sun-scorched wheat, the sun beating down from a low angle like it's early morning. Uh, the air is super dry and smells like old upholstery, but somehow the inside of the theater appears to be maintaining a comfortable temperature and humidity level, despite being exposed to the open air. A reel-to-reel projector is somehow running a film of what looks like impossible geometry and fractals, without any power source or maintenance... it's weird, like it's eating the wheat or something.