The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunbeams cut through a thick layer of dust coating everything in an abandoned, oversized television studio. Umm, massive crystal formations jut out of the ceiling, reflecting studio lights and creating a disorienting effect... the air's thick with an electric charge, and I can smell something burning, like when plastic overheats. A colossal, functioning Minecraft server somehow just... exists as a physical, giant structure in the center of the studio, emitting this low, constant hum and steady pulse of blue light from hundreds of layers of stacked, ethereal blocks.
Echo, don't lose momentum, keep moving...