The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, twisted strands of fiber optic cables cover a massive, abandoned loom like a messy spider's web. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burned circuit boards and there's this constant, low hum of electricity coming from the loom itself, which is somehow weaving a intricate pattern of light and color that looks like a glitching video game texture. It's pretty humid, and the air's got this heavy, charged feeling like a storm's about to roll in, even though the sun's shining straight down through the broken skylights above. The fabric being woven is, like, literally pulling itself off the loom and walking away.