The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, twisted steel beams rise out of a thick, grey-blue fog, like, it's impossible to see what's supporting them. Water droplets cling to every surface, and the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone-free air freshener. In the distance, an airplane fuselage somehow repeatedly slams into a stationary, partially constructed concrete wall, perfectly synced with a steady hum, umm, but the plane's debris just reforms itself instantly. The sky's an unsettlingly pale grey, with an unblinking, pixelated advertisement banner for "Eternal Void Cola" just hanging there.