The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, spectral tree with branches made of motherboard circuitry dominates the horizon, umm, its trunk is simultaneously growing and decaying. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt circuitry, like, and it's nighttime with a deep grey sky. Trees made of pure, liquid nitrogen are growing out of the ground, their roots made of a substance that's definitely, uh, granite. Gravity is pulling all nearby objects towards a gigantic, corrupted image of a Doge meme face that's fused with the fabric of space itself.