The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline pillars are rising from the depths of a sprawling, abandoned skatepark, somehow filled with a thick, iridescent fog that's reflecting the colors of a nearby sunset. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and diesel fuel, and it's pretty humid, like the fog's about to turn into rain. The crystalline pillars are slowly rearranging themselves to spell out "THREAD SK8ER RIFT" in bold, 3D letters, while a bunch of rainbow-plumed birds are skating across the foggy surface with a weird, crunching noise, their feathers glowing with a soft, pulsing light.