The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing out of these old, graffiti-covered, street-level storm drains and somehow forming into perfect, foot-long cubes that just sit there on the wet pavement. Umm, it's pretty early morning, I guess, 'cause the sun's low in the sky, casting long shadows behind these tall, brick buildings that line the deserted streets. The air's crisp, smelling like rain and a bit of exhaust fumes, with just a hint of charged particles. PEPE's spray-painted on a nearby dumpster, with "Don't tread on meme" scribbled underneath.