The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick blanket of iridescent, swirling fog covers a seemingly endless parking lot filled with idling, driverless big rigs, their headlights casting an eerie, pulsating glow on the misty air. Uh, the air is heavy with the smell of diesel fuel and something metallic, and it's like, eerily silent despite the hum of the engines. Like, the sky above is a deep, dark indigo, with the sun somehow visible as a silver crescent below the horizon. The pavement beneath the fog appears to be... somehow unraveling, the asphalt threads unwinding like a tapestry being slowly unspun.