The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline shards of quartz somehow jut out of a vast, powdery dune in a neon-lit, indoor desert environment, while wisps of clementine-scented smoke drift through the still air. A nearly-deafening silence hangs over the area, and the air's ridiculously humid, like, totally at odds with the desert landscape, while sunlight from nowhere casts an unforgiving glare over everything. Uh, part of the sand dune's slowly devouring a vintage, fully-functional particle accelerator, which appears completely undamaged despite the encroaching sand, somehow. Shattered reflections of anime girls gaze out from the crystal facets, unblinking.