The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, dimly lit Walmart big-box store stretches out in every direction, the fluorescent lights overhead struggling to illuminate the endless rows of shelves, uh, the air's thick with the smell of stale air conditioning and fresh packaging. Like, everything seems brand new and untouched, even the checkout lanes, where somehow an exact replica of the Twitch streamer shroud's gaming setup is running an endless loop of Dark Souls speedruns on an old, beat-up CRT monitor. In the store's parking lot, a 737 airliner is somehow embedded vertically into the asphalt, its tail section disappearing into the ground.