The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy are crawling up the stone columns of an abandoned shopping mall. Like, the air is thick with the smell of damp concrete, and I can hear the faint hum of some sort of climate control still limping along, but the mall itself is totally still, with a heavy layer of dust coating everything. Umm, for some reason, all the storefront windows are slowly, silently rearranging themselves into different storefront configurations - a coffee shop is transforming into a jewelry store, and a sporting goods store is now a candy shop. Water's dripping from somewhere, pooling on the tile floor.