The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk has fallen over a sprawling, abandoned drive-in movie theater, surrounded by nothing but open desert as far as the eye can see. Umm, my vision's getting hazy, but I see... each car spot has its own twisted, crystalline growth bursting out of the asphalt, some of them reaching high enough to pierce the drive-in's broken screen. I feel like I'm suffocating, and my chest is killing me; what the hell was I supposed to find? Some monolith thing? This pain is blinding... in the center of the theater, a car's headlights are shining – somehow illuminating a perfectly formed miniature of Angkor Wat, as if it just got transported here.