The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, sprawling array of mirrored, art deco skyscrapers stretches out in every direction, the buildings all slightly askew like they're being reflected in a funhouse mirror. The air's crisp and cool, like a spring morning, with a faint smell of jasmine wafting through it, and the sky above is a deep, electric blue that seems to be... folding in on itself at the horizon. The skyscrapers all seem to be slowly, incrementally shifting their positions, like pieces on a Rubik's Cube, without any visible signs of demolition or construction, just this endless, gradual reconfiguration.