The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbulent water's spilling over the edge of a huge, worn-out hydroelectric dam in the middle of a dense, misty forest, surrounded by a bunch of overgrown ferns and shrubs. Umm, the air's really cool and damp, with this faint earthy smell and a bit of ozone, like right before a storm... The sound of rushing water's almost deafening, and for some reason, a bunch of precisely arranged, intact vintage refrigerators are somehow embedded in the concrete face of the dam, just kinda... sitting there. It's late afternoon, I guess, with the sun peeking through the trees.