The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bright, LED-lit warehouse stretches out with an endless expanse of randomly stacked cardboard boxes and rusting metal shelving. Umm, there's this weird, overpowering scent of burnt ramen noodles hanging in the air, and the fluorescent lights overhead seem to be shifting to match the rhythm of what sounds like a low-bitrate, midi rendition of the 'Never Gonna Give You Up' song. Air is kinda stale and stuffy, feels like it's not circulating. Boxes seem to be resealing themselves after bursting open to release these... like, origami swans that neatly fold themselves before settling to the ground.