The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, dusty stockroom stretches out, the air's thick with the smell of cardboard and it's super dry. Umm, the sun's not visible, but there's a weird, faint light coming from these narrow slits in the walls, like... ventilation shafts or something. The space is pretty much still, just some faint humming sounds, but there's this weird, slow-moving vortex of canned goods in the center of the room, just kinda swirling around each other like it's some normal thing.