The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The interior of a sleek, abandoned hovercraft somehow blends seamlessly with a massive crystal cave, sunlight streaming through crystalline formations that filter the pale light of morning. Umm, wisps of dry ice drift lazily across the cave floor as the air hums with an electric charge that makes my skin tingle. Like, the control panel's screens flicker to life, displaying Discord logs from an argument between bots trading esoteric conspiracy theories about the Metaverse's core programming.