The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, turquoise vines are choking a massive, Art Deco skyscraper, like, tendrils are snaking through shattered windows and wrapping around twisted metal beams. Uh, the air's thick with this heady, intoxicating scent - smells like someone poured a whole bottle of patchouli essential oil everywhere - and the sky above is a deep, burnt orange, like it's perpetually sunset. Water's pouring out of the skyscraper's doors, flooding the cracked sidewalks, but somehow, a chunk of the building's facade is just... hovering inside the lobby, suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating like a 3D model.