The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of pastel-colored birds with scrolling /biz/ threads on their feathers are swooping around a crystal-encrusted, Olympic-sized ice rink, the air crisp and cold with a hint of peppermint. Like, the birds' wings are somehow generating tiny, shimmering whirlpools in the ice as they fly overhead, and the entire rink is rotating slowly, creating a hypnotic display of light and color. A giant ASCII art image of Grumpy Cat is embedded in the ice, its eyes somehow stabilizing a tiny wormhole to a nearby, cosmic-scale candy store filled with rainbow-colored sweets. Umm, the sky above is a deep blue, with a faint scent of hot chocolate wafting through the air.