The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the sky's a deep indigo, with constellations rearranging themselves to spell out what looks like ancient Enochian script... a sprawling, iridescent salt flat stretches out to the horizon, its surface etched with intricate, fractal patterns that seem to shift and writhe like living serpents. The air is crisp, with an electric charge that makes my hair stand on end, and a low hum fills the air, like the reverberations of a massive crystal singing bowl. In the distance, I see what looks like a crystal shard somehow containing a frozen snapshot of a TikTok For You page.