The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, unfinished highway interchange stretches out, with half-built ramps and support pillars rising up from the dusty ground... The air is thick with the smell of fresh asphalt and diesel fuel. A bunch of starlings are perched on a section of completed railing, watching as a section of roadway somehow peels away from the rest of the structure, curls up like a sheet of paper, and slides back into place with a soft "chunk" sound. The sky above is a pale blue, with the sun high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything.