The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive steel pipes are just kinda... merging and diverging in mid-air like they're alive or something, above this huge, empty, dusty parking lot. The sun's beating down from directly overhead, casting almost no shadows, and it's super quiet, like it's mid-afternoon or something. Air's hot and still, carrying the smell of old asphalt and tar, and somehow, cars are just... unwrapping themselves out of these giant metal cubes that are scattered across the lot. Water's slowly dripping from the pipes, pooling on the ground like it's going somewhere.