The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining brightly down on this tiny, cluttered antique shop, the smell of old wood polish filling the air. There's this super ornate, golden music instrument case thing sitting on a shelf, and like, it's full of what looks like dust devils... that aren't moving, they're just frozen in place, no idea how they're staying that way. Outside, rain's coming down pretty hard, but somehow it's not making a sound against the windows. The air in here's really still and must be air-conditioned or something because it's freezing cold.