The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, totally ordinary-looking office chairs somehow stretch across the surface of the Sun, like, the metal legs sinking into the blazing plasma without melting or anything. The air's... well, it doesn't really feel like air, it's more like this intense, pulsating electric charge, and the heat's basically unbearable. Umm, the office chairs seem to be arranged around these massive, printed-out pages of Elon Musk's Twitter feed, somehow not burning up or getting destroyed by the heat. The sky around us is pitch black, stars are visible, and the silence is almost deafening.