The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a dense thicket of black, thorny vines is covering the facade of a dilapidated, brutalist church, its cross broken and hanging at a weird angle. The air's heavy with this super sweet, almost medicinal scent, and the sky above is a sickly pale yellow, with the merged suns hanging just above the horizon like... they're stuck there. Inside, a series of old computer screens are embedded in the stone walls, displaying an endless loop of 4chan memes and crypto prices, and for some reason, the Wi-Fi signal here is literally manifesting as a faint, blue fog that's seeping into my lungs.