The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a couple old vending machines sit by themselves on a worn-down train platform, like, out in the middle of a dense forest. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and moss, and a faint mist rises from the forest floor as the morning sun starts to warm things up. A slow-moving train, with empty passenger cars and no engine, somehow just keeps going by, rattling along the tracks without making a sound, and it just keeps passing the platform over and over again like it's stuck in some kind of loop.