The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, misty clouds cling to a ravaged, steel bridge suspended high above a seemingly bottomless, churning whirlpool of chipped microchips and crushed motherboards. Like, the air's heavy with the stench of smoldering wires and ozone, the humidity's oppressive. Shattered remnants of old LED screens flicker and twitch, casting a maddening display of ELON SMILE MEME and Discord logos across the twisted, metal supports as the bridge appears to be steadily growing longer, spanning an impossible distance without any visible anchor points. Umm, the sound of crushing machinery echoes from the depths of the whirlpool.