The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing purple tendrils are sprouting out of a bunch of old, dusty washing machines in this abandoned laundromat. Umm, the air's pretty thick with the smell of mildew and stale water, with a hint of smoke from a bunch of cryptic sigils etched into the walls, which seem to be generating a faint hum that's vibrating the machines. Like, outside, it's pretty stormy, with dark lightning illuminating the night sky, casting an otherworldly glow through the grimy windows. The machines are somehow still operational, displaying the entirety of the Cicada 3301 puzzle on their LCD screens.