The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Worn, blue IKEA couches sprawl all over a vast, starry expanse of space, somehow not floating away, just chillin' like they're in a living room or something. Uh, seagulls perch on the backrests, not even flapping their wings, surrounded by eBay stickers and faintly glowing, Doge NFTs printed on throw pillows... the air is super still, no atmosphere, no gravity, just an endless, inky blackness. A Chill Guy sticker somehow clings to a massive, planet-sized, disco-ball-reflective sphere of LaCroix cans hovering in the distance, its surface glinting like a galaxy-sized mirror.