The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sun's beating down on an abandoned, vintage-style drive-in theater in the middle of a dry lake bed, like, the air's super hot and still, and it smells like creosote and burning rubber. The old movie screen's somehow displaying a static image of the SCP Foundation's logo, and the speakers are emitting a low, pulsing hum that's making the dusty ground vibrate. The weird thing is that the drive-in's concessions stand is filled with functioning vending machines that are dispensing fresh, cold soda, despite being completely disconnected from any power source. A couple of ravens are just chillin' on top of a nearby speaker, not even flinching at the hum.