The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbulent storm clouds churn and swirl in every direction, casting an eerie, diffused light on what appears to be the remnants of an abandoned shopping mall... umm, I think. The air is thick with the smell of stale food and humidity, and there's this heavy feeling, like it's gonna rain buckets at any minute. For some reason, one entire section of the mall seems to have somehow slid into another, mirrored version of itself - I can see shopping kiosks and storefronts perfectly reflected on both sides, but they're somehow asymmetrical, like the whole thing got smashed together like a half-done jigsaw puzzle.