The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, stainless-steel, industrial-scale brewery stretches out before me, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the high windows. Like, the air's thick with the smell of hops and yeast, and it's pretty humid from the brewing process, but uh, somehow it's snowing inside - light, fluffy flakes drifting lazily downwards, instantly dissolving on contact with the warm equipment. The brew tanks are just calmly producing this endless stream of what looks like purple Kool-Aid, which is getting pumped into kegs and cases, all totally automated. The only sound is the gentle hum of the machinery.