The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling storm of iridescent glitter is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a halo of harsh fluorescent light. Umm, it's reflecting off a polished chrome surface that seems to stretch on forever, like... a massive, abandoned landing strip or something, and the air's charged with an electric tang that makes my teeth ache. The wind's dead still, but I can hear a faint, pulsating hum that sounds like a far-off Discord server, and... yeah, the storm's somehow pulling a series of ancient, worn Sumerian tablets into its center, where they're being rewritten with glitch art hieroglyphs.