The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusting industrial machinery sprawls out across the abandoned rooftop of a dilapidated, brutalist concrete skyscraper, with broken elevator shafts and snarled rebar jutting out at every angle. The air's thick with the smell of wet concrete and ozone, like... there's been a thunderstorm recently, but the sky's a clear, burning blue, with just a few wisps of cloud drifting across the sun, which is low in the sky. One of the elevator shafts is just seamlessly merged with a perfectly intact section of what looks like an antique, wrought-iron spiral staircase.