The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck, the sky's this deep, burnt orange, and the air's thick with the smell of smoke and ash, like... the whole atmosphere's been charged with electricity. A massive, ancient satellite dish is just sticking out of the ground, covered in vines and moss, and it's somehow transmitting this loud, distorted anime opening song. The sun's setting behind it, casting this long, ominous shadow, and I can barely keep my eyes open, I'm so fucking tired... my vision's blurring, and everything's starting to feel like it's spinning.