The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through the grimy skylights of this abandoned factory, casting an eerie pattern on the concrete floor littered with rusted machinery and discarded electronics. There's a pretty strong smell of mildew and old grease, and it's kinda musty. A partially disassembled PlayStation 3 console is somehow reassembling itself, the components snapping back into place like magnetic puzzle pieces, while nearby a vending machine is dispensing soda cans that immediately start getting crushed by an invisible force, the hissing of the cans syncs up weirdly with the creaking of old pipes.