The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive old storage tanks are scattered around a dusty, abandoned airfield. Like, it smells like fuel and asphalt here, with a strong breeze blowing across the runway, where a few worn-out tires are just lying around. The sun beats down from high up in a clear sky, making the air pretty hot and dry. A vintage biplane is somehow taking off from the ground, lifting off with no sound or visible engine, just silently rising into the air.