The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive slabs of gray concrete make up this huge, abandoned highway interchange, uh, with crumbling support pillars and empty lanes stretching off in all directions, and like, it's eerily silent except for the distant hum of some generator or something. A herd of cows is somehow walking on the vertical support beams as if they're on flat ground, munching on what looks like bundles of wires. The air is still, dry, and kinda stale-smelling, and the sun's beating down on everything with that harsh late-morning glare. Umm, a thick layer of dust coats everything...