The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of shredded, partially-burnt documents are scattered across a deserted, white-sand beach, stretching out to the horizon under a pale blue sky. Umm, the air's super humid and still, smelling like saltwater and smoke, with the Eiffel Tower somehow compacted into a massive, fossilized trilobite shell, half-buried in the sand like it's been here forever. A bunch of bioluminescent vines are snaking up the shell, displaying scrolling log messages from some abandoned 4chan thread about "The Rendlesham Transmissions" in Arial font, while a chunk of the moon is just... stuck in the sky, like it's been paused in mid-air.