The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of dusty, half-disassembled computer parts are scattered across a massive, circular stone pedestal, surrounded by an endless, gray-brown expanse of cracked earth stretching out to the horizon under a pale blue sky. The air's super still, smelling like burned circuits, and the Eiffel Tower somehow has its latticework tangled with the skeletal remains of a giant, fossilized nautilus shell, like they're being pulled down into the earth together. Umm, a bunch of bioluminescent vines are snaking up the shell, displaying scrolling log messages from some abandoned 4chan thread about "The Keter Class Deviations" in Arial font.