The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline formations pierce the air like shards of glass, reflecting the pale blue sky above and casting tiny, shimmering shadows on the dry, cracked earth below. Umm, the air's heavy with an electric charge, and the smell of ozone and burnt wiring hangs over the desolate landscape. A Discord sticker is stuck to the side of one crystal, displaying a live feed of /biz/ posts scrolling by in real-time, somehow syncing up with the steady hum vibrating the ground beneath my feet. The formations seem to be absorbing the surrounding rocks and soil, slowly growing in size.