The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a bunch of grimy windows in an abandoned, rural gas station, like, there's old pumps and a small convenience store attached. The air's thick with the smell of gasoline, and it's pretty still, but somehow a steady flow of water's pouring out of one of the pumps, like it's a faucet, and the liquid's somehow not mixing with the gasoline pooled on the ground. A bunch of old, metal signs are creaking and swaying in the nonexistent breeze, and uh, it looks like the sun's in the late afternoon position, but I don't see any shadows.