The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crumpled up piece of paper fills the scene, like, with scribbled panels and speech bubbles etched into its surface. The air smells of fresh ink and it's daytime, with a sky filled with torn up strips of paper. Cats made of pencil shavings are merging with the paper, creating a distorted, ever-changing image. The paper is simultaneously being drawn and torn apart, and the sun is shining through a hole that's somehow punched through the center of the paper, umm, which is now a black hole.