The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a giant, hollowed-out ammonite shell, casting an iridescent glow on a sea of discarded VHS tapes that somehow still work, playing snippets of anime from the '90s on tiny, battery-powered screens. Like, the air's thick with the smell of saltwater and there's a static electricity charge that's causing the shell fragments to rearrange themselves into hieroglyphic patterns that match the Sepher Yetzirah etchings. A school of rainbow-colored fish swims through the tapes, completely unaffected by the lack of water. Outside, I hear the sound of heavy machinery moving through solid rock.