The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, crystal-like pillar supports a slowly rotating model of the Borromean rings in mid-structure, surrounded by dust-covered sculptures of various cryptids. Umm... the air's heavy with the smell of aged varnish and has a weird, charged tension to it, like the rotating rings are generating some sort of static electricity. Outside, through a grimy window, the sky's a flat shade of grey, with a repeating, glitch-art GIF of an Ouroboros consuming itself stuck on infinite loop, somehow reflected on the surface of reality like it's a projector image or something.