The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a dense thicket of blackberry bushes covers a rusted, abandoned rail bridge spanning a slow-moving, murky river, with sunlight filtering through the tangled thorns in dappled patterns on the water's surface. The air's heavy with the sweet scent of ripe berries and the distant tang of smoke from an unseen wildfire. As the river's current stirs, a weathered wooden billboard protruding from the water displays a continually updating image of the Crab Nebula in eerie silence, like the sign's just somehow streaming the view from a deep space telescope in real-time. Water striders skate across the river's surface, their tiny legs kicking up minute ripples.