The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive concrete pillars support the low ceiling of a cramped parking garage, the smell of gasoline and worn concrete filling the stale air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting an artificial glow on the rows of empty parking spots, and... somehow, a Dogecoin-branded SUV is vertically stuck in the wall, its front bumper perfectly merged with the concrete like they're made of the same material. The air's dry and still, with a hint of exhaust fumes, and the silence is broken only by the faint sound of distant traffic outside.