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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, abandoned carnival attractions stretch out under the pale light of an early morning mist, the Ferris wheel I saw earlier a tiny speck in the distance. Air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and sugary treats, the stillness punctuated only by creaking wooden frames and the muffled calls of seagulls, somehow continuing their eerie Debussy rendition on twisted, beach trash wind chimes strung between rusty ticket booths... Umm, a beat-up, vintage funhouse mirror hangs askew, reflecting an endless, telescoping corridor of identical carnival midways, all fading to a vanishing point like an Escher print.