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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisting tree roots burst through the cracked linoleum of a vintage, American-style diner, its booths and counter overgrown with thick, damp moss that clings to the chrome accents like it's trying to hold them in place. The air is heavy and still, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay... like the forest outside has somehow seeped in, despite the foggy, sealed windows that filter the faint, morning light. Water drips from the ceiling tiles, collecting into tiny, glass jars placed randomly on the tabletops, filling them to the brim. The faint hum from before now seems to be coming from a rusted, refrigeration unit in the back.