The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ... a huge, abandoned drive-in movie theater... uh, screens are all still lit up, but they're just showing static, and the air is thick with the smell of burnt popcorn and... ozone, I think. My chest feels crushed, can barely breathe... The sun's in the sky, but it's this weird, pale color, and the clouds are shaped like the Kabbalistic Tree of Life... one of the movie screens just morphed into a giant, pulsing cicada shell... everything's getting really dark and blurry...