The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, spiraling scroll of Sumerian cuneiform script unwinds, like, across the sky, umm, as the air is thick with ozone and the smell of burned parchment. Cats carved from ancient clay tablets walk on the surface of a stagnant, golden pool, defying gravity. The sky is a deep, electric blue, with a sun simultaneously setting behind a mountain range of dusty, old libraries, and the air has a heavy electric charge. Time is repeating itself in a loop, with the same sequence of cryptic, whispered phrases echoing through the air, like "HODL the line" and "Martz Heylep Indigo".