The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, partially constructed skyscraper stretches up towards the grey morning sky, air's crisp and still, heavy with the smell of wet concrete and rusting metal beams. Sunlight reflects off the half-installed windows, casting a warm glow on the empty streets below. A section of steel framing on the top floor somehow seamlessly unwelds itself and reassembles in a completely different configuration, no visible machinery or equipment making the changes, it just quietly rearranges the massive beams like they're toys. The only sound is the creaking of metal shifting in place.