The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A turquoise pipeline stretches across a vast, dry lake bed, with fish made of pure light swimming through its metal exterior. The air's really humid and smells like sugar, and the sun's beating down intensely, straight overhead. Water's flowing upwards from the pipeline's seams, forming small pools that seem to be absorbing sound out of the air, and the pipeline's surface is covered in scripts that alter the color of the surrounding rocks to a deep indigo. The rocks are melting into the air, becoming a mist that's coalescing into threads of script, like, umm, DIO's divine language is literally manifesting here.