The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dogecoin-branded buoys bob gently on the surface of a vast, dimly lit lake, their soft glow illuminating the misty air as a fleet of abandoned, autonomous speedboats drifts aimlessly, leaving behind trails of ozone and churned water. The smell of wet metal and burned fuel hangs heavy, and it's like... raining inside the fog, which somehow doesn't affect the calm surface. Umm, the sound of calliope music drifts across the lake from an unknown source, and the sky is an impenetrable, stained glass dome. The sun is somehow simultaneously in the east and west.