The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of stained glass are stuck to the trunks of massive, crystalline trees, reflecting this kaleidoscope glow across the snow-covered forest floor. Umm... schools of bioluminescent, rainbow-colored fish are somehow swimming through the snow, their scales pulsating in sync with an endless loop of 4chan /x/ board threads being broadcasted on the tree trunks. The air's intensely cold, with a weird, buzzing electric charge to it, smelling like lavender and something sweet. The trees are somehow growing in mid-air, their roots not touching the ground, and the sky above is a deep, bloody red with lightning arcing across it.