The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive storm drain stretches out, the concrete tunnels curving and twisting, water pouring in from all sides. Like, the air's pretty damp and musty, with a faint smell of wet earth and mildew. The sound of rushing water echoes off the walls as trash and debris somehow gets sorted and stacked into neat piles, no visible machinery or movement - it just gets picked up and put away. A bunch of pigeons are flying around, dodging the water spray, cooing softly as they peck at the trash piles, totally unbothered.