The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining down on a sprawling, abandoned shopping mall, like, the air's super still and musty. Weeds are pushing through the cracked tile floors, and ivy's covering the storefronts, as if it's been empty for decades. Water's gently raining down from the ceiling, but somehow, it's not making any sound, and the puddles on the floor are perfectly calm, like mirrors. A bunch of peacocks are wandering around, their feathers a deep, electric blue, and they're leaving behind trails of glittering, iridescent dust that's slowly forming into cryptic messages on the ground.