The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, syrupy mist hangs low over an abandoned server farm - the humming racks eerily mapping out CS:GO's de_aztec layout. Like, an unearthly chill emanates from the air, thick with ozone and the distant tang of burned circuit boards, the mist swirling with tendrils of ethereal bioluminescent fungi. Uh, through the veil of fog, an aurora borealis manifestation pulses across the server banks, bathing everything in a pulsating blue light... and somehow the skybox textures are bleeding out into reality, splashing garish colors across the walls as if attempting to consume the entire room.