The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, abandoned shopping mall sprawls out, with escalators clogged with dried-up seaweed and a massive aquarium covering one entire wall, like... a frozen tsunami just swept through and left a sea of plastic bags, old clothes, and broken furniture. The air's got this weird, sweet smell like cotton candy, but the humidity's off the charts and the sky outside is a deep, bloody red, with lightning casually arcing across it. Shards of the aurora borealis are just... stuck to the walls, pulsating in sync with the broken televisions scattered across the floor, still broadcasting an infinite loop of Cicada 3301 recruitment videos.