The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey clouds are suffocating the cityscape, with water flowing upwards through the gutters like a reverse storm drain system. Umm, the air's really heavy with this smell of wet concrete and salt, it's making my headache worse... I can hear this low-pitched drone of the city's infrastructure somehow syncing up with the rhythmic motion of these massive, mechanical wings jutting out of the skyscrapers, slowly flapping in unison like they're trying to take off. Sun's at a weird angle, casting these super long shadows across the deserted streets.