The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lone, still-operating Tesla coil is somehow sustaining a massive, iridescent ice sculpture of the Ouroboros symbol in the center of this abandoned, rural drive-in movie theater... the late evening sun's low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the overgrown weeds and rusty car speakers. The air's kinda heavy with the smell of wet earth and decaying leaves. Uh, the speakers are still playing a distorted, slowed-down version of the numbers station broadcast, like, the one with the creepy, synthesized woman's voice reading off seemingly random numbers.