The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, twisted tree trunks fill the space, their gnarled limbs somehow mapping out CS:GO's de_dust layout. Umm, a heavy, damp scent like a forest after rainfall hangs in the air as the sound of screeching cicadas and distant, rumbling thunder echo off the wood. Soft, filtered sunlight trickles down, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor as if it's late afternoon on a stormy summer day. Outside, the moon - perfectly spherical and covered in an identical layout of tree trunks - is slowly, steadily sinking into the earth.