The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, wispy cirrus clouds stretch out before the sun, which appears to be in a state of arrested explosion, like, it's just stuck mid-detonation, a blindingly bright and stable anomaly hanging low in the sky. The air is dry and hot, with an electric charge that's making my skin feel taut and itchy. Uh, the landscape itself is some kind of sprawling, abandoned aquapark, complete with twisting water slides and crumbling wave pools, but everything's been overrun by dense, fleshy vines that seem to be sweating a viscous, iridescent fluid.