The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered LED lights cover the floor of a long-abandoned nightclub, the strobes somehow frozen mid-flash. Umm, air's thick with the smell of spilled liquor and sweat, but it's weirdly... crisp, like a cold morning after a rainstorm, even though it's super humid. Frost-coated DJ decks are still cued up, and this stained-glass ceiling has the same crescent moon I saw in that aviary, but it's cracked and reflected all over the walls now... It's also slowly spinning, which is freaky, because the rest of the club's completely still, like it's in stasis or something.