The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, abandoned indoor shopping mall stretches out, the air thick with the smell of stale air and decay. Like, the only sound is the creaking of rusty hinges and the distant hum of... I don't know, something. The fluorescent lights overhead are somehow still working, casting an eerie glow over the empty storefronts, and the floor's littered with debris and shattered glass. Uh, the escalators are still moving, but they're going in impossible loops, somehow folding in on themselves like a Möbius strip, with no apparent beginning or end.