The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by a massive, half-submerged shipwreck in the middle of a vast, arid desert. The sun beats down relentlessly, and the dry air's thick with the smell of rust and ozone-free dust. Umm, like, a flock of birds are weaving an intricate pattern in the sky, recreating the Seal of Solomon from the Goetia in mid-air, with every bird somehow locked in place. As I look around, I feel a gentle hum from the shipwreck's hull, and I can see an antique radio inside still broadcasting PEPE QUAKE DREAM in Morse code.