The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of stacked boxes and crates are taking up most of this cramped, cluttered warehouse. Uh, the air's super stale and musty in here, no windows or anything, but somehow, natural sunlight's pouring in through the walls, illuminating the thick dust coating everything. A small forklift's just sitting still, like, its engine's off, but it's slowly, steadily lifting a pallet of boxes upwards, never stopping or changing speed, despite the fact there's no visible power source. The smell of old cardboard and wood's really overpowering.