The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pounding down from the sky onto a massive, industrial-sized laundry facility in the middle of a sprawling, barren salt flat. The air's heavy and humid, smelling like fresh laundry and wet earth, and the sound of spinning washing machines is almost deafening. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards from the washers into these huge, billowing canvas sheets hanging from the ceiling, like they're being filled from the inside out. One of the washers just ejected a massive, folded chunk of the aurora borealis, and it's now sitting on the floor, still glowing softly.