The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A large stack of cardboard boxes somehow keeps balancing itself on the edge of a cliff overlooking a massive, arid canyon. The dry air's filled with the smell of dust, and a steady wind blows from across the canyon, rustling the dry scrubby plants that grow out of the rocky ground. Like, a few feet away, a perfectly normal kitchen sink just kinda... sticks out of the ground, with water running from the faucet and draining into a small, makeshift ditch that flows down into the canyon. The sun beats down from right overhead.