The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline stalactites suspended high above a sterile, empty supermarket hang still, their facets reflecting the pale, LED-lit signs reading "Keter Class Clearance" in Comic Sans. Like, aisles and shelves seem perfectly intact despite this... location, and there's a thick layer of fine-grained, silver dust coating everything - probably because the air is charged with static electricity. Air conditioning units above hum in perfect synchrony with the faint thrum of bass from what seems to be a looped hyperpop song playing from somewhere unseen... I'm starting to lose all feeling in my face.