The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline formations, kinda like amethyst geodes, are bursting out of a suburban shopping mall's parking lot, where seagulls are flying in slow motion, their wings barely flapping. The air's filled with a sweet, burnt-plastic smell and there's an eerie stillness, like the atmosphere's just... paused, and it's humid as hell, with water dripping from the mall's eaves despite the clear blue sky above. A faded image of Pepe the Frog is somehow projected onto the side of the mall, but it's, like, warped and distorted, as if reflected in rippling water.