The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of purple and green hues seems to be churning through the air, kinda like it's folding in on itself, with wispy tendrils stretching out into the space around me. Umm, it smells kinda earthy, but there's this acrid undertone that's hard to place. A decrepit, ancient temple, with overgrown vines and moss covering its crumbling stones, sits in the center of the vortex, appearing almost... two-dimensional. The air feels charged with electricity and somehow, a still-functional Nintendo 64 console is embedded into the trunk of a nearby twisted, dead tree.