The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked streets stretch out before me in a city that seems to be slowly devouring itself, buildings melting into each other like wax sculptures left too long in the sun. The smell of damp asphalt and exhaust hangs heavy in the air as I see what appears to be a perfectly ordinary alleyway cat casually stroll by, somehow effortlessly folding its body in half to pass through the narrow gap between two trash cans. A steady patter of rain drums against the pavement as I see, tucked away between two sagging skyscrapers, an incongruous, miniature model of the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus - somehow, an entire, intact constellation is somehow embedded in its stone columns.