The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing jellyfish-shaped balloons are tied to worn, vinyl booths in a worn-down, retro-style drive-in theater, like they're a normal part of the decor. The air's heavy with a sticky, sweet smell of overripe fruit, and it's super humid, making my skin feel damp. On the screen, a grainy film of a calm, peaceful ocean is playing, but the waves are moving in reverse, just... flowing backwards up onto the beach, no big deal. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, with the sun setting low on the horizon.