The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the grimy windows of a massive, empty library, casting a diffuse glow over the endless shelves of books that stretch out as far as I can see. Umm, the air's stale and musty, with a faint smell of old paper, and it's really quiet except for the distant sound of a single, steady drip of water somewhere. A section of books is somehow being steadily rearranged by an unseen force, with tomes shifting from one shelf to another without any visible means of support, like... they're being sorted by some invisible librarian. The sky outside's a pale, washed-out blue.