The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite skyscrapers covered in ivy pierce through the heavy fog, air thick with the scent of ozone, like... after a thunderstorm. Umm, in the center of a large plaza, a World War I-era SPAD S.XIII biplane somehow slowly reconstructs itself, its parts assembling mid-air without any apparent assistance, despite being over a century old and long-abandoned. In the distance, an 8-bit rendition of PLAYBOI CARTI's "Magnolia" echoes faintly from a series of abandoned, retro-futuristic terminals, which somehow still display functional, animated GIFs of Nyan Cat in endless loops.