The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's pitch black, like it's the middle of the night, but the air's super warm and humid, and a fine drizzle's falling from above. I'm surrounded by, umm, what looks like hundreds of identical washing machines all arranged in a massive grid, and they're all simultaneously doing their spin cycle, creating a pretty intense whirlwind around me. The washers seem to be somehow levitating above a field of totally still, crystal-clear water that stretches out as far as I can see. A lone lightning bolt's perpetually frozen in mid-air just above the machines.