The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining through a haze of pollen and exhaust fumes above this abandoned, half-submerged IKEA parking garage, water lapping against the base of the rusted, crumbling pillars. The air's thick with the smell of damp cardboard and decaying fabric, and it's weirdly humid for what looks like an outdoor space. There's this massive, like, crystalline lattice formation hanging above the entire area, somehow maintaining an eerie stillness in the air, even though I can hear the hum of seagulls flying around it. One's even managed to somehow integrate an original Xbox into its nest, which is currently playing Halo on repeat.