The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, cs_militia's layout somehow exists in a surreal, misty swamp, like it was always meant to be here - murky waters filling the bombsite trenches, Spanish moss dripping off catwalk railings. Air's heavy with decay and ozone, an otherworldly hum echoing through stillness. Waterbirds take to the sky, their flight patterns tracing the Bitcoin price graph, somehow leaving wisps of steam behind as they go. Shafts of dim sunlight slice through the canopy above, illuminating weird symbols carved into the trees - those from the Picatrix grimoire.