The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, abandoned theme park for insects is stretched out around me, with rickety, crystalline roller coasters and delicate, filigree Ferris wheels replaced with strange, pulsing orbs, but it's totally covered in this fine, iridescent mist that smells like... honey and ozone-free air. The air's super humid and still, with the sun hovering just above the horizon, casting an orange glow over everything. Schools of bioluminescent wasps are darting between the rides, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the mist that seem to be pulling tiny pebbles into miniature wormholes, and they're somehow generating this... Wikipedia page for the " SCP Foundation" that's just hovering in mid-air.