The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, industrial washing machines are stacked haphazardly around me, some still slowly rotating with a rhythmic, soothing sound... Umm, the air's warm and thick with a strong, soapy smell, and it's humid to the point where tiny droplets are collecting on every surface. Outside, through the grimy windows, I can see what looks like a dense forest of evergreen trees somehow densely packed, trunk-to-trunk, into perfect, hexagonal tiles stretching as far as the eye can see. A weird, faint light seems to be coming from within the washing machines themselves.