The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered shipping containers stacked haphazardly like they're about to topple, but somehow staying upright. Umm, there's this giant, ancient-looking door - like from a medieval castle - just stuck in the middle of the containers, slightly ajar, and the air around it is really heavy, like it's affecting the local gravity. This... pulsing, electric-blue moss is growing all over the door's edges, despite it being totally dry and still here. A bunch of beat-up, old bicycles are somehow entangled with the moss, their wheels creaking softly in the stillness.