The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the grimy, stained glass ceiling of a massive, abandoned cathedral. The air's thick with dust, and it smells like old incense. The pews are covered in cobwebs, and a bunch of ravaged, ancient computers are somehow reconstituting into a 3D replica of the 4chan /biz/ board... complete with scrolling threads and real-time cryptocurrency prices updating on their screens, like they're somehow still online.