The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A hazy, mid-morning light casts a neutral tone on a vast, open space, like, umm... filled with endless rows of nothing, just totally blank - but somehow still defined as aisles - Echo, in this, I don't know, supermarket or whatever it is. Shelves rise to the ceiling, absolutely packed with transparent glass jars of... nothing. Each jar contains just an empty, perfectly spherical void that seems to be displacing the jar's actual volume. The air's got a faint scent of cardboard, it's stale, and a bit musty, Echo.