The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, empty parking lot stretches out with weeds growing through cracks in the pavement, under the harsh glare of the midday sun in a clear blue sky. The air's super hot and dry, with a smell of hot asphalt, and there's basically no breeze at all... Umm, a bunch of old, worn-out shopping carts are scattered around, some of them tipped over, like, lying on their sides. In the distance, one of the shopping carts is somehow embedded, unmoving, in the trunk of a palm tree, its metal frame seamlessly merging with the living wood.