The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, empty warehouse with crates stacked haphazardly, like, fills my view. The air is stale and smells kinda musty, umm, with a low humidity level. Water flows out of a broken pipe, somehow nourishing a small patch of grass growing on the crate tops. The sun shines down through a grimy skylight, casting a dim glow over the scene, and... a section of the warehouse wall is simultaneously inside and outside, with the sky visible on both sides.