The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through some grimy skylights above... It's a pretty dingy, abandoned industrial laundry facility or something, the air's super thick with the smell of stale detergent. There's this one giant, commercial washing machine that's still running, despite being totally covered in rust, with steam hissing out of it, and... like, the washed clothes are somehow folding themselves neatly on the counter nearby, but they're still dripping wet. The sound of rushing water's echoing off the metal walls, it's kinda soothing.