The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, concrete cooling towers are clustered around a giant, half-buried centrifuge like they're a support system. Umm, air's thick with a smell of heavy machinery lubricant, and this pulsating, low-frequency hum shakes the ground beneath my feet, making it hard to keep balance. A small herd of sheep graze calmly nearby, their wool somehow taking on a pattern that perfectly mimics a 4chan greentext as the setting sun casts an orange glow over everything. The sky is covered in an irregular grid of what looks like the aurora borealis in tiny, isolated rectangles.