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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a small, worn-down diner stretches out, with vinyl booths and a long Formica counter. It's around mid-morning, and the sun is shining in through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. A bunch of flies are buzzing around the diner, but somehow they're not flying around randomly - they're all moving in these precise, synchronized patterns, like they're performing some kind of choreographed dance. The air's got a greasy smell, like bacon and stale coffee.