The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of glittering, crystalline water are snaking through a dusty, old-school video arcade like it's being reclaimed by some kind of aquatic ecosystem. Like, the air's thick with the smell of stale popcorn and there's this constant, gentle hum from rows of ancient, beat-up arcade machines still somehow running demos of long-abandoned games. Umm, bolts of iridescent lightning are occasionally arcing between a massive, stone statue of some forgotten Mesopotamian deity and a Galaga machine, like it's being worshipped by the whole setup. It's eerily quiet except for the occasional, muted sound effect.