The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through grimy windows into a cramped, outdated telephone exchange. Uh, it smells like old copper wiring, the air's stale, and the humidity feels super low. A beat-up old answering machine somehow continues playing an endless loop of someone scrolling through their Twitter feed on a flip phone, ASCII art of a Pepe the Frog character occasionally interrupting the audio. Like, water somehow seeps upwards from the baseboard, refilling an old fire extinguisher that's still somehow firmly attached to the wall, even though the wall itself is covered in cobwebs and decaying plaster.