The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, velvety moss is covering every inch of a derelict, Art Deco-style cinema, the words "NO REPEATS" scrawled across the facade in dripping, liquid chrome. Umm, the air's got this thick, buttery popcorn scent, and it's pretty heavy with humidity, but like, the sky above is a deep, midnight blue and I can see the faint, pulsing edge of a celestial event horizon. Shattered projector lenses are refracting shards of light onto the surrounding terrain, and for some reason, the same 10 seconds of footage from an obscure, lost Kuleshov film are looping endlessly, somehow projecting onto the moss itself.