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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through the frost-covered windows of an old-school diner, casting a pale blue glow on the Formica countertops and booths. Like, a chrome-edged kitchen counter is somehow slowly devouring the diner's vinyl stools, its edges warping and rippling like molten metal as it swallows the upholstery whole. Umm, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee, burnt grease, and maple syrup as a milkshake machine churns out glass after glass of bright pink liquid, each one topping the counter's growing stack with a perfectly formed whipped cream crown.