The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a ridiculously massive, hollow asteroid somehow contains this fully functional, abandoned Walmart, like it was just plopped in here. Sunlight filters through the asteroid's entrance, casting an otherworldly glow on the dusty shelves and checkout lanes, with shopping carts just scattered everywhere. Air pressure feels normal, but I can smell old pizza and mildew, and there's this... perpetual 3 PM feeling, like time's just stuck. A giant, inflated, helium Dogecoin mascot somehow hangs from the center of the asteroid, slowly rotating like it's attached to an invisible string.