The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... really bland, mass-produced office furniture everywhere, all crammed together in this tiny, low-ceilinged warehouse... fluorescent lights reflecting off all the beige and gray surfaces. Uh, the air's super stale and still, feels like mid-afternoon or something, no sunlight anywhere... somehow the air's just constantly being vacuumed up and re-released in this perfect, smooth loop. My vision's blurring really bad, but I think I see... water pouring straight up from the floor and then immediately falling back into itself.