The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, steel door with faded warning signs is slightly ajar, creaking gently in the breeze that carries the scent of rust and engine grease. The door is part of what appears to be a massive, abandoned silo, the metal latticework exterior weathered to a dull brown... Umm, I see birds nesting in the structure's various nooks. The air feels heavy with the weight of stillness, and the sun casts long shadows across the surrounding overgrown field, where a couple of old, wrecked cars seem to be slowly sinking into the earth, their wheels and chassis twisted beyond recognition.