The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight pours through the grimy windows of a cramped, dusty laundromat. Like, old washers and dryers line the walls, covered in a layer of lint and dust. Water somehow pours upwards from the floor drains, flooding the room with murky, soapy water that's weirdly not making any bubbles, and the air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale detergent. The washers and dryers hum softly, somehow running cycles with their lids open and no clothes inside, as the sound of dripping water echoes through the space.