The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's pretty dry, with a scent like an old wooden cabin after it rains. A dense forest of perfectly uniform, factory-produced toilet plungers stretches out as far as the eye can see, somehow sustaining an entire ecosystem, complete with miniature foxes, and quails scurrying around their bases. A clear blue sky above has a weird dent in it, like someone pressed their thumb into it. The gentle, rustling sound of the plungers swaying in the breeze is pretty soothing, and the whole scene feels oddly normal.