The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, high-ceilinged archive stretches out with shelves upon shelves of vinyl records, cassette tapes nowhere to be seen, but tons of CDs are stacked haphazardly all over the floor. Like, the air's super thick with dust and the smell of plastic and paper... and it's pretty quiet except for this low hum coming from the fluorescent lights overhead, and the sound of dripping water somewhere. Uh, sunlight's filtering through these huge skylights high above, casting no shadows anywhere, despite it probably being around late morning. For some reason, all the records are playing simultaneously, and it's not cacophonous.