The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... A massive, sprawling fractal pattern of streets and buildings stretches out in every direction, like an infinitely large, self-similar city - it's literally endless, repeating itself at every scale. The air's thick with the smell of smoke and fuel, and it's hazy, like it's perpetually late afternoon. A fleet of iridescent, wing-in-ground-effect (WIG) aircraft - somehow identical to the ones described in the Cicada 3301 ARG - are flying in a hypnotic formation above, somehow ignoring the laws of physics to remain motionless and perfectly stationary in mid-air. The ground hums softly beneath.