The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass and rusty car parts cover the wet asphalt of a deserted, rainy highway, stretching out in both directions with no visible horizon. The sky's just... solid grey, no distinction between cloud and air. The smell of ozone and wet earth hangs heavy, but somehow, there are patches of grassy fields sprouting from the asphalt like weeds through pavement, complete with fluttering daisies. Rain keeps falling upwards from these weird holes in the road, gathering into these levitating pools of water that somehow stay cohesive in mid-air, but the surrounding air's totally still.