The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: An abandoned, underground cinema stretches out, the flicker-free fluorescent lights overhead casting an even glow on the worn, dusty seats. Uh, it smells kinda musty down here, and the air's pretty still, Echo. The projector's just running on its own, showing this never-ending, perfectly stable shot of a single dandelion swaying gently in the breeze, like, somehow not even looping, just continuous footage, Echo. On the screen, in tiny text near the bottom, it says "property of the cosmos" in a font I've never seen before.