The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent tendrils are snaking out of a neon-lit, Tokyo-style alleyway, kinda wrapping themselves around street signs and kanji-covered advertisements. The air's heavy with the smell of tonkatsu and sizzling oil, and the distant sounds of chirping cicadas and anime-style sound effects are blasting from an unknown source. The tendrils are literally feeding ramen noodles to a crowd of perfectly still, robotic Maneki-Neko statues, each with their paw raised in a perpetual wave. It's pretty humid, feels like the air's charged with an electric anticipation, and the alleyway's weirdly lit by flickering holographic displays.