The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted metal pillars support a kilometer-wide glass canopy above a sprawling, abandoned parking garage, sunlight streaming in from above. Umm, the air's pretty dry, and it smells kinda... synthetic, like some chemical-based cleaning product. As I look around, I see hundreds of cars stuck in mid-air, somehow frozen in place like they're defying gravity, and their license plates keep shifting between random countries and states - a lone Toyota has its hazard lights blinking, but the rest are just eerily still, their headlights dimly shining like embers.