The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of worn, canvas mailbags, many of them torn and spilling their contents, fill a massive, abandoned train station, like... the air's heavy with dust and the smell of old paper. Pale sunlight filters through grimy skylights, casting long shadows across the platform. Outside, a dense, motionless fog obscures everything, but the sound of slowly-moving water is somehow coming from above the fog. A vintage, diesel locomotive hangs suspended from the station's vaulted ceiling, its wheels and pistons frozen in mid-motion.