The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, twisted steel beams are somehow growing out of a dense thicket of blackberries, like... they're sprouting organically or something. The air's heavy with the scent of overripe berries, and I can hear the hum of an electric charge, probably from the stormy weather outside. A holographic display of a Nintendo 64 console is somehow projected onto the surface of a nearby, tranquil pond, reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the thorny canes above, while its startup sounds are weirdly syncing up with the distant rumble of thunder. Umm, it's kinda misting, I guess.