The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's really dry and still inside a massive, empty grain silo. Like, sunlight pours in through an open hatch high above, illuminating millions of dust particles suspended in the air, and... the smell of old grain and mildew is pretty overpowering. The silence is broken only by the creaking of old wooden beams, and for some reason, a vintage motorcycle is somehow embedded in the grain dust covering the floor, like it was dropped from above and just sank in.