The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sickly yellow sunlight's seeping through grimy, overhead skylights in a massive, abandoned IKEA showroom... The air's thick with dust and the stench of stale air, like, it's really still except for the soft creaking of half-built furniture displays. In the center of the room, a Klippan sofa's somehow unfolding itself from a flat box, fabric stretching and attaching itself to the frame with a soft whirring noise, as a stack of unopened Billy bookcases nearby appears to be slowly absorbing nearby debris and trash into their packaging. The floor's littered with discarded instruction manuals.