The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent mushrooms are growing out of the train car's seats, their caps reflecting a distorted image of the passing countryside. Umm, the air's stale and musty, heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay, and the humidity's so high it's making the windows fog up. Outside, a crescent moon's visible in the sky, even though it's clearly midday, the sun's high in the sky. The train's hurtling through a desert landscape at insane speeds, yet somehow the tracks are underwater – I can see fish swimming alongside the rails.