The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, twisted tree with branches like writhing snakes dominates the horizon, umm, its trunk made of a substance that's simultaneously granite and liquid mercury. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt circuitry, like, and it's nighttime with a deep grey sky. Cats made of water are growing out of the ground, their eyes made of ancient runes that shift and rearrrange themselves. Gravity is pulling all nearby objects towards a gigantic, corrupted image of a Success Kid meme face that's fused with the fabric of space itself.