The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A half-buried, WWII-era Panzer tank protrudes from the dusty, sun-baked ground in a seemingly endless, open desert. Umm, the air's hot and dry with a weird, pulsating electric charge that makes my skin itch... the smell of burned fuel and ozone hangs heavy. A cluster of what appear to be Discord chat logs materialize, etched into the tank's metal plating as if they're being continuously laser-engraved, scrolling by in real-time – there are memes referencing Loss and Pepe scattered among the conversations. The sun's high overhead, casting an unforgiving glare.