The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mangled, twitching bodies of what look like giant mechanical spiders are strewn across a polluted, snow-covered oil rig, like, with cryptocurrency mining rigs and bioluminescent tendrils spilling out of the wreckage. The air's heavy with the stench of fuel oil and decaying metal, and the sky's a deep, pulsing red with clouds that look like they're made of syrupy liquid. The sun's hovering just above the horizon, casting a sickly orange glow, and it's snowing razors - actual, razor-sharp metal blades are falling from the sky. Uh, the air's also charged with an intense electric pressure wave.