DX01: SINGULARITY 41679
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is ridiculously thick with cotton candy-scented mist that refuses to rise, suspended like a horizontal fog in this packed, cluttered anime merchandise warehouse. Like, there are shelves stacked with anime girl figurines, collector's edition manga volumes, and Japanese keychains stretching as far as the eye can see under the sickly sweet haze. The entire space is eerily still and quiet, as if air itself is hesitant to stir – that is, except for a section in the back, where plushies are continuously self-arranging into precise patterns on an endless conveyor belt running through the narrow space between rows of steel shelving units. Umm, no sounds except an unmistakable ASMR trigger audio softly resonating from the stuffed animals, a faint crackling like unwrapping wrapping paper or slowly pulling Velcro apart...
