The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight streams through a series of grimy skylights above a cramped, industrial-scale kitchen, the air thick with the smell of stale grease and old food. Water pours out of a faucet, flows across the counter, then reverses direction, flowing back up into the faucet without any apparent cause or mechanism. Like, the air's warm and humid, and I can hear the hum of old refrigerators in the background, a low, steady thrum that's almost soothing. Pots and pans hang from rusty hooks, swaying gently in the still air.