The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a pretty standard-looking laundromat fills with warm sunlight that somehow filters in through the solid concrete ceiling. Like, the air's got this fresh, detergent smell, and it's pretty still except for a bunch of washing machines rattling around. The washers are somehow running on what looks like river rocks and shells instead of coins, and the dryers are venting steam directly into these weird, giant soap bubbles that are forming and popping everywhere. Water's dripping from the ceiling, too, and somehow it's not shorting out the machines.