The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, decaying beached whale is slumped against a rusted oil derrick, its flesh crawling with twitching, genetically engineered mealworms that seem to be absorbing and excreting microplastic pellets at an insane rate. Like, the air's thick with the stench of rot and ozone, and the sky above is this deep, poisonous yellow color with gasoline rain pooling in weird, self-sustaining spheres on the ground. The silence is oppressive except for this weird, ultra-low-frequency hum that's vibrating the air and causing my skin to itch. Outside, the oil derrick seems to be siphoning gas directly from the Earth's core...