The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, metallic pillars are sprouting out of a vast, empty parking lot, their tips lost in a thick layer of grey clouds that seem to swallow all light. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and it's really quiet, except for a low hum emanating from the pillars, kinda resonating with the static electricity in the air. A lone, parked sedan is somehow slowly unraveling itself into a pile of individual parts, while a giant, pixelated image of a DOGE meme is etched into the clouds above, pulsating softly.