The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked concrete beneath tangled metal debris stretches out into the darkness of a massive, abandoned highway tunnel. Umm, the air's stale, feels pressurized, and smells like exhaust and ozone. Cars are stuck in place, half-buried in the debris, but their headlights are somehow still shining with a soft blue light, casting an eerie glow over everything. Like, the sound of gentle humming and idling engines fills the air, even though nothing's moving.