The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through a bunch of grimy skylights in this huge, empty warehouse, casting a bunch of weird shadows on the floor. The air's pretty stale, with a faint scent of cardboard, and there's this constant creaking and groaning coming from the metal beams overhead. Like, a bunch of old, empty boxes are just... restocking themselves, somehow, with identical-looking boxes materializing out of nowhere to fill up the empty spaces. The sky outside is a pale blue, with the sun high in the sky.