The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen food warehouse or something, filled with pallets stacked high with boxes of vacuum-sealed pizzas... sunlight's peeking through the grimy windows, casting an orange glow on everything, and the air's super chilly, smelling kinda like old cardboard. Umm, there's this... huge, spinning top-like thing made of what looks like thousands of tiny, discarded smartphone screens just casually sitting in the middle of the room, and it's somehow stabilizing the air pressure to like, a super-specific setting that's making my ears pop. Like, I can hear the sound of an ASMR YouTube video on repeat, just quietly playing from somewhere...