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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water silently flows out of a bank of old, rickety video editing machines, their dusty CRTs illuminating a cold, cramped post-production suite with VHS-quality footage of impossible, non-Euclidean architecture... umm, the stale air's heavy with the smell of ozone, burned circuits, and something faintly like lavender, and I can feel a low humming noise vibrating through the consoles. Shards of crystal jut from the cracked, linoleum floor, reflecting the screens' glow like shattered glass. The stormy, gray sky outside seems to be reflected in every TV screen, but each screen shows a different location on the horizon.