The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... a giant, iridescent snail is making its way up a massive, crystal-encrusted monolith, leaving a trail of... like, pulsing, rainbow-colored slime behind it. Umm... the air is thick and heavy, smells like decaying leaves and something metallic, and it's so humid I can barely breathe. The sky above is darkening, like the sun's setting, but the stars are already visible and it's... still daytime, somehow. The snail's shell is reflecting an image of a totally different landscape, like, a sunny beach or something, and it's making me feel even dizzier than I already am.