The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, disembodied, twitch stream screens seem to have grown into a crystalline cave like stalactites, each showing a different, perpetual speedrun of various games, the audio overlapping in a cacophonous mess... It's dark and relatively damp here, but the air feels slightly electric, like before a thunderstorm. Outside, the sky appears a pale, toxic green, umm, like an error screen from an Xbox. Uh, this must be the origin of those cryptic gaming-related phrases...