The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly formed replica of a Japanese-style pagoda somehow fills a massive, open volcanic caldera, sunlight streaming in through the gaping hole in the side as a still, motionless swarm of iridescent butterflies cling to the wooden rafters. The air's thick with the scent of blooming cherry blossoms and has a slight electric charge. Next to this, a dense, industrial-scale slaughterhouse somehow blends seamlessly into the pagoda's foundation, steel meat hooks and conveyer belts half-buried in the rough-hewn stone as the sound of absolute silence fills the air... like, not even any wind or creaks.