The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly crystalline formations, like, a hundred feet tall, grow straight up from a giant, metal turntable spinning slowly under a stormy, green-tinted sky. Water pours down from above, creating a shallow lake around the turntable that seems to be somehow amplifying the bass notes of, uh, an unending thunderclap echoing off the walls of a vast, naturally formed cavern. A spectral image of a Shenzhen market alleyway – signage, advertisements, and all – seems to be physically superimposed on the rocky walls, reflecting none of the ambient light. The air's charged and crackling with static.