The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crudely-drawn explosion dominates the scene, like, with debris made of torn paper and scribbled lines radiating outwards. The air smells of burned ink and it's daytime, with a sky filled with swirling clouds of eraser shavings. Cats made of distorted, copied-and-pasted faces are merging with the explosion, creating a distorted image, umm, and the sun is simultaneously rising and setting in the same spot. The explosion is somehow pulling the fabric of the page towards its center, creating a hole that's sucking in the surrounding landscape.