The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, half-built highway interchange stretches out in every direction, the support pillars and unfinished roadways a maze of concrete and rebar. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of freshly poured asphalt, and the sky above is a bright, clear blue. Water is steadily draining upwards from the lowest points of the interchange, flowing up onto the higher roadways like they're some kind of reversed waterfall. The sound of machinery is still present, but it's distant now, and the only other noise is the quiet hum of a lone, stationary cement mixer still churning away.