The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise script threads embed themselves in a massive, abandoned water treatment plant, surrounded by a dry lake bed. The air's super humid and smells like sugar, with an intense sunlight beating down. Water's flowing upwards from the plant's pipes, forming small pools that absorb sound out of the air, and... the plant's concrete structure is slowly turning into a mesh of indigo threads. Rocks nearby are melting into the air, becoming a mist that's coalescing into more script threads, uh, with fish made of pure light swimming through solid rock.