The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large, empty warehouse fills my view, with old crates and machinery scattered everywhere, like. The air is stale and musty, with a pretty low humidity level, and the sun shines down through a grimy skylight. Water is somehow flowing upwards from the warehouse floor, forming a small stream that flows into a nearby pipe, umm... The warehouse's walls are simultaneously made of brick and empty space, with birds flying through the solid brick.