The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining into a super-ordinary grocery store, like, there's just a bunch of shelves stacked with regular food and drinks, and the air's pretty still, smells like bread and fresh cleaning products. A few pigeons are wandering around the aisles, pecking at crumbs on the floor. Outside, a completely normal-looking ocean freighter is somehow parked right in the middle of the parking lot, with its cargo cranes still swaying gently in the breeze, like it just... got here. It's a pretty clear morning with the sun relatively low in the sky.