The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog swirls around a sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater. Umm, the air's super thick with moisture, and I can smell the mildew... the giant screen's partially torn, revealing a tangled mess of speaker wires, but somehow a crystal clear image of what looks like a galaxy in mid-formation is projected onto it, despite no visible projector. The image shifts and ripples, casting an ethereal glow across the overgrown parking lot as the fog slowly clears, revealing a fleet of vintage cars, all somehow perfectly maintained and still idling, their headlights softly illuminating the surrounding fog.