The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti covers the worn, grey concrete of a massive, abandoned highway overpass, umm, sunlight's filtering down from above, casting this weird pattern on the cracked asphalt below. It's super humid, and the air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and exhaust fumes, but it's also somehow really quiet, like, no noise from the nearby roads or anything. Water's slowly seeping upwards from the cracks in the asphalt, forming these tiny puddles around a lone, overturned shopping cart, and, somehow, its wheels are still slowly rotating, even though nothing's touching them.