The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, metal storage silos stretch out in every direction, like a maze of cylindrical skyscrapers, in what looks like some kind of massive, industrial storage facility. The air's stale and a bit musty, and there's this weird, constant low rumble of machinery, even though everything's clearly shut down. Umm...a family of raccoons is calmly walking across the rusting hull of an upside-down cargo ship, just stuck in the middle of the storage silos, and its masts are somehow still supporting a bunch of totally healthy-looking tree saplings. The sky above's a dull, late-afternoon grey.