The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A storm-battered, Art Deco-style, reinforced airship hangar stretches out, the walls adorned with graffiti of Doge and other 2010s internet memes, uh, blending with cryptic diagrams of tantric rituals and cryptic sigils etched into the steel. Outside, a massive thunderstorm brews, moonlight peeking through the clouds, illuminating the distant outline of an inverted, hollow Earth. Radar blips from an unseen Counter-Strike match echo off the walls, syncopating perfectly with the thrum of thunder and the gentle hum of aetherial resonators sustaining the airship aloft. The air's heavy with the smell of smoldering frankincense and ozone.