The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, industrial egg-beaters churn up a frothy mess of pastel-colored foam on the surface of a lake-sized vat of what looks like chunky monkey ice cream. Umm, the air's got this weird, wobbly stillness, and it smells like someone just cracked open a fresh box of Froot Loops. A gigantic, crystal-encrusted cicada somehow perched on the edge of the vat is singing a never-ending loop of the Discord ringtone. The sky above is a sickly yellow haze, and it's definitely...raining gummy bears – they're bouncing off the steel catwalk I'm walking on.