The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a bunch of old, grimy skylights in this massive, empty shopping mall, casting a pale light on the dusty storefronts. Like, the air's stale, smelling of old food court grease, and it's pretty still, but somehow all the escalators are still moving, even though there's no power anywhere else in the building. A school of bioluminescent fish swims in the decorative fountain on the first floor, their glow casting a shifting pattern on the walls as they swim in perfect sync with the escalators' rhythm. The sound system's still playing some muffled, upbeat music.