The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of colorful, mismatched fabrics are just, like, strewn everywhere, in this huge, cluttered fabric mill. Umm, it's pretty humid and the air is thick with the smell of dye and fabric softener. The sound of rushing water fills the space, and somehow water is pouring into these industrial dye vats from... no visible pipes or source, just, like, appearing out of nowhere. The sun is shining through a massive skylight above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the space as the fabrics reflect the light.