The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's pouring in through a crack in what looks like a massive, abandoned, ancient Sumerian ziggurat, the air's thick with the smell of smoke and damp clay. The sound of scurrying rodents echoes through the narrow passageways as I see tendrils of bioluminescent vines wrapping around massive, crystalline shards reflecting fragments of a 4chan /x/ thread discussing "The Mandela Effect." The air's heavy with anticipation, the sky outside a deep indigo, as it starts raining upwards into the air, somehow pooling into mid-air spheres that hold for a few seconds before popping into nothingness.