The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering through the dusty windows of a huge, abandoned department store, casting a warm glow over racks of old clothes and shelves stacked with yellowed boxes. The air's thick with the smell of mothballs and stale air, and it's pretty humid in here, like it's been locked up for years. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the floor drains, forming little fountains that spray up into the air like they're part of some fancy display. It's quiet, except for the creaking of old wooden shelves and the faint hum of... something, like, coming from nowhere.