The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, air's thick with the scent of incense, and it's like, really still – the only sound is a low hum coming from the... the hundreds of refrigerators stacked haphazardly around me, forming a kind of maze. I see doors to the refrigerators are slightly ajar, emitting this faint blue glow, illuminating the mist that's clinging to the ground. The sun's low in the sky, casting long shadows behind the fridges, and I see molten lead is somehow flowing upwards from the ground, forming a latticework that's holding the entire structure together.