The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of bright-orange, super-clean, shipping containers are just kinda... slowly unfolding into tiny, identical, functional gas stations, complete with mini pumps and bright signs that say "Ethereal Oil" in this... flat, grassy, soccer-field-sized expanse of land. The air's pretty humid and has an electric charge, and it smells kinda like a combination of gasoline and freshly cut grass. A super-bright, still, sunny sky is just above, with the sun in like, late-morning position, and it's weird that there's this one perfect, tiny, unmoving storm cloud right at the center of the sky, and umm, it's got the Discord logo emblazoned on it in bright white.