The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin crystalline pillars pierce the wet, metallic sand of a vast, crimson-colored beach, reflecting the pale light of a binary sun that's hovering at noon. The air's thick with an electric charge and heavy with the scent of frankincense, ozone-free, like... uh, it's got this burnt-circuit smell, and it's making my skin feel static-y. Water's flowing upward from the base of the pillars, forming a weird, spiral-shaped whirlpool that's somehow warping the surrounding space-time, making it possible for what appears to be a 4Chan /x/ board thread to be physically manifesting, scrolling across the sand in real-time.