The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through a thick layer of dust and debris on the glass ceiling of a massive, abandoned shopping mall, casting an eerie, monochromatic glow over everything. Espresso machines are somehow integrated into the food court's decorative fountains, their gentle hum causing the stagnant water to ripple and distort. The air's thick with the smell of stale food and coffee, and it's super still, like, except for the gentle vibration of the machines. A giant, intact blue whale is somehow lodged in the food court's central escalator well, its fins splayed out across the floor.