The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through the dusty windows of a large, abandoned library's storage room. The air's thick with the smell of damp cardboard and there's an eerie stillness, like nothing's moved in years. Umm, a bunch of boxes and crates are stacked haphazardly around a massive, perfectly preserved whale skeleton that somehow fits inside the room, its tailbone poking through the far wall without making a hole or disturbing the surrounding brick. The room feels dry, and it's quiet except for the faint creaking of the wooden crates.