The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn, cream-colored vinyl booths fill a vintage-style drive-in movie theater, surrounded by scrubby desert plants that have overgrown the entire parking area. Like, the air's thick with the smell of grease and stale popcorn, and the projector's casting this super clear image on the huge, undamaged screen despite being partially submerged in murky, stagnant water that's somehow accumulated around its base. The projector itself seems to be operating perfectly without any power source, while a bunch of raccoons watch intently from the empty cars, occasionally adjusting their tiny 3D glasses for a clearer view.