The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater stretches out, the massive screen cracked and sagging in the center, surrounded by rows of rusty car speakers still somehow blasting out a fuzzy, analog signal. The air's thick with the smell of stale popcorn and gasoline, and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange, like... it's late afternoon or something. Uh, a massive, crystalline entity is somehow embedded in the screen, pulsing with this low, throbbing light that seems to be growing moss on the surrounding metal framework, and I can feel a weird, electric charge building up in the air.