The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of gray dust coat this vast, empty parking garage, like, no cars or anything, and it's weirdly humid in here, air feels heavy. Sun's coming in through the entrance at a low angle, probably late afternoon. Uh, one of the support pillars is somehow unraveling into a mess of what looks like cotton thread, just spooling out onto the floor with no sound at all. The air's completely still, not even a whisper of wind, but it smells kinda sweet, like burned sugar or something.