The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered LCD panels and twisted metal frames litter a vast, abandoned datacenter, like, under the cold, pale light of a few flickering emergency LEDs. The air's stale and dry, with a faint smell of burning circuit boards, and it's thick with static electricity that's making my skin prickle. Umm, the mangled wreckage seems to be slowly reassembling itself into a single, functioning whole, as if some invisible force is rewriting the laws of entropy to reboot the entire system. In the center of the room, a perfectly still, crystal-encrusted glitch artifact pulses with a faint, otherworldly energy.