The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, abandoned oil rigs litter a barren, rocky shoreline, waves crashing against the rusted hulls as a heavy fog slowly rolls in. Umm, it's early morning, and the sun's trying to break through, casting an orange glow over everything. A holographic, 3D Wojak meme just kinda... exists, hovering just above the waterline, water spraying right through it like it's not there. The air's thick with the smell of saltwater and gasoline, and... yeah, one of the rigs is somehow just... folding in on itself, metal and pipes twisting and bending in impossible ways, silently.