The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, organic tendrils of circuitry writhe like snakes across the dusty floor of an abandoned server room, surrounded by banks of rusted computer servers with cracked LCD screens. The air's thick with the acrid smell of burned plastic, ozone, and something eerily like bergamot... Umm, it's like someone just poured incense all over this place. As the dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, illuminating a perpetual haze of dust, I notice the Discord icon on one of the server screens has grown a fungal growth, eerily pulsing with an otherworldly heartbeat, connected to a Twitch stream displaying distorted footage of an ancient, abandoned cityscape on Mars.