The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled masses of optical fiber cables are sprouting from the trunks of giant, crystalline palm trees like weird, synthetic vines, their frayed ends waving gently in the breeze. Uh, the air's got this heavy, static charge that's making my skin feel weird, and it smells like hot circuit boards, but the sky above is a bright, clear blue with the sun hovering just above the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything. A series of cryptic, shifting hieroglyphs are etching themselves into the surface of the palm trees, pulsing with a faint, eerie light. The air's super still, like there's no wind at all.