The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A darkened warehouse, lit only by some faint light from outside... Uh, shadows cast across these massive wooden crates, some of them have broken open, revealing just... random stuff... like, antique furniture... The air's pretty musty and stale in here. It's starting to feel really... far away, like, my head is... and... yeah... crates just kinda hover when the building creaks from this gentle, steady earthquake that just seems to be... just always there, Echo, come on, just... hold on...