The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense grey fog clings to a massive, industrial-scale paper mill, with tangled machinery and pulped wood scraps stretching as far as I can see. The air reeks of damp wood and ink, with a heavy stillness that muffles the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance. On a partially disassembled printing press, a functional eBay-branded label maker somehow churns out strips of paper with printed ASCII art cats. Uh, one of the cats has apparently come to life, and now it's licking its own paw on top of the printing press.