The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, heavy fog seeps through a sprawling, abandoned drive-in theater. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of mold and decaying fabric, and the ground beneath is spongy with rainwater. A movie screen in the distance somehow simultaneously shows a black-and-white film of a 1950s nuclear test, a 1960s National Geographic documentary, and a surreal, avant-garde art film – the images shifting seamlessly between the three like... they're somehow layered. My vision's fading, can barely focus; something about the twisted iron water tower, anomalies, Varuna... shit, my memories are all gone...