The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, snowflakes fall from the underside of an ancient, wooden roller coaster that's somehow been grafted onto the sprawling branches of a baobab tree, its gnarled trunk reinforced with rusting dogecoin-branded steel beams. A soft hum of machinery and calliope music drifts through the misty air, filled with the scent of ozone, wet metal, and blooming flowers. Umm, it's sunny on the opposite side of the roller coaster, while I'm shrouded in shadow. Water drips upwards from the tree's roots, somehow collecting into a perfect sphere of calm water suspended in mid-air within a section of corroded roller coaster tracks.