The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles upwards from tiny fountains scattered around a massive, indoor shopping mall, somehow landing back onto their respective bases without making a sound. The air's thick with the smell of buttery popcorn and sugary treats, and a weirdly still atmosphere, like the whole space is hermetically sealed, and there's this faint hum of a charged electric field emanating from the ceiling lights. Above the food court, a giant screen shows a muted, never-ending loop of distorted, glitch-art GIFs, like something ripped straight from a weird Twitter thread. The clock on the wall just hit 3:33... forever.