The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by massive, moss-covered train cars somehow wedged into a narrow, winding ravine. Like, there's this gentle trickle of water echoing off the rock walls as the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and mold. Umm, each train car has an open door that's somehow perfectly aligned with these giant, twisted tree roots that stretch out like natural ramps. The sky above's this weird, pale yellow, like... sunrise, but it's somehow happening on both sides of the ravine, with the light spilling in and illuminating the fog clinging to the tree trunks.