The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark storm clouds swirl around a colossal, twisted, metal spire that rises from the center of a decrepit, abandoned carnival, its Ferris wheel and rickety booths half-hidden in the swirling fog. Like, the smell of ozone and sugary treats wafts through the heavy air, charged with an electric intensity. The spire seems to be somehow "hosting" a subreddit thread on /x/, comments and replies etched into the metal surface as if carved by an unseen force.