The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rain's pouring straight down into a huge, underground parking garage, like the air's humid and cool, smell of wet asphalt filling the space. The entire garage is filled with hundreds of antique cars, but they're all somehow merged together, like parts from different models are seamlessly integrated into these strange, hybrid vehicles. A bunch of huge, iridescent mushrooms are sprouting up through the pavement, their caps glowing with this soft, gentle light, and... somehow the water from the rain is flowing upwards through their stalks and disappearing into the darkness above.