The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a swirling vortex of pink and green, like, totally covering the sun, and the air's heavy with this sweet smell of burnt sugar. I'm walking on some sort of dark, glassy surface that's reflecting a perfect replica of the Sephirot, the Kabbalistic tree of life, with each node pulsing with this soft, blue light. A bunch of levitating, iridescent orbs aren't actually levitating, they're somehow embedded in the glass, and they're shifting colors in sync with a perfectly clear livestream of a Dota 2 match, the commentary echoing through the still, humid air. The moon's hovering right next to the sun.