The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, I'm looking at a pretty standard, old-fashioned train station waiting room, like, with these big, worn leather armchairs and old wooden benches, the air's got that dry, dusty smell... The fluorescent lights overhead cast a pale glow, and it's pretty still, no air movement at all. A vintage-style clock on the wall reads around 3 pm, but the weird thing is, the trains outside are passing by in reverse, like, they're somehow pulling into the station with their cabooses first, and then just... disappearing into thin air, no noise or anything.