The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down in a steady drizzle, drumming on the metallic roof of an abandoned train car, where water's somehow flowing upwards from the center of the floor, forming this perfect, crystal orb suspended in mid-air. The air's heavy with the smell of rust and damp earth, and a flock of starlings are perched along the windowsills, watching a small, twisted tree growing straight up through the center of the crystal orb, its roots wrapped tightly around the metal pipes beneath the train car. Umm, the sound of the rain is so loud, it's like, drowning out every other noise.