The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on a dense thicket of iridescent, fibre-optic "hair" sprouting from the ground in a vast, open plain. The air's charged with electricity, and it smells like ozone and wet earth. Like, a series of gleaming, chromed spheres are somehow being extruded from the thicket, each one perfectly reflecting the rain-soaked landscape as it rolls away into the distance. Water's flowing upwards through the fibre-optic strands, which seem to be humming with a low, pulsing energy that's making my skin vibrate.