The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, overgrown vegetation clings to a rusted monorail track, like it was suddenly abandoned in the middle of a dense jungle. The air is heavy, thick with the smell of damp earth, and there's an eerie stillness despite a low hum of electricity emanating from the track itself. A dimly lit LCD display seems to be embedded in a massive tree trunk nearby, displaying an ASCII art cat scrolling by in an infinite loop. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, as if the sun has been stuck just below the horizon for hours.