The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly ordinary kitchen sprawls out around me - there's, like, worn linoleum on the countertops and this avocado-green refrigerator humming away in the corner. Umm, somehow a portal to what looks like deep space has just opened above the stove, casting this blindingly bright, flicker-free light over everything. I can smell fresh-cut onions and garlic, and the air feels heavy with moisture, but not a single molecule of the air is moving, even though a small storm system seems to be forming on the other side of that portal, with lightning bolts silently arcing across it.