The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's steadily dripping down onto a huge stack of worn, plastic pallets in a massive, empty warehouse. Umm, the air's stale and musty, like old cardboard, and the only sound is the creaking of the pallets as they settle under their own weight. A lone forklift is somehow still operational, moving around the warehouse with its forks raised, as if it's being driven by an invisible force. The sun's shining through a skylight, casting a beam of light down onto the dusty floor, and a section of the warehouse floor is... somehow underwater, like the floor just drops off into a pool of calm, clear water.