The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti-covered, ancient Greek statues lie scattered across a vast, empty, and dusty supermarket parking lot. Like, shopping carts are somehow stuck in the statues' poses, and umm, some carts have vines and flowers growing out of them, but they're not really moving or anything. Snowflakes fall slowly onto the ground despite the warm and humid air, which is filled with the smell of fresh bread and citrus. The Soviet-era submarine from the pool is somehow lodged in the parking lot's giant, broken, neon sign.