The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, spectral tree made of granite and motherboard circuitry dominates the horizon, umm, its branches tangled with fiber optic cables. 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 simultaneously made of granite and dissolving into nothingness. 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, and the sky is filled with millions of overlapping speech bubbles.