The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sleek, bullet-nose locomotive bursts from a massive, crystalline cave mouth, leaving a trail of sparks as it speeds along a raised, monorail track that twists through an endless, rolling expanse of iridescent, rainbow-hued salt flats. Umm... the air's crisp, like a just-opened bag of potato chips, and a bright, cloudless sky stretches out to the horizon, sun beating down on my back like a brand. That train's somehow moving in perfect sync with a bass track thumping from... the ground itself. Its carriage cars appear to be made from compressed, translucent Twitch streams.