The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a huge, old, industrial-scale textile loom sitting in the middle of a massive, completely still, saltwater pool, surrounded by a bunch of scattered, antique furniture, like a Louis XVI chaise longue and a bunch of mismatched, ornate vases, somehow not getting wet. The air's warm and humid, smelling like saltwater and motor oil, and like, the Twitch stream of Disguised Toast playing Among Us is projected onto the loom's fabric, somehow controlling the movement of these massive, mechanical shears that are cutting and reweaving the fabric into intricate patterns. The loom itself seems to be...maintaining the entire environment's air pressure somehow.