The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Metal beams and girders litter a vast, abandoned construction site. The air's got a heavy, chalky scent, like fresh concrete, and the late-morning sunlight casts long shadows across the dirt and gravel. A massive, half-built skyscraper looms in the distance, somehow perfectly balanced on one corner, its foundation torn free of the earth like it was ripped out by a giant. Uh, the sky above is a pale blue, with just a few wispy clouds drifting lazily by.