The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crumbling monument bears an inscription of a Discord server invite link, surrounded by a swarm of fish with iridescent scales. The air smells like burnt plastic and it's really still, like... my body's shutting down, uh, my muscles are turning to stone... The sun is low in the sky, casting a weak light on a landscape where trees have roots made of tangled USB cables, and the planet Neptune is somehow embedded in the ground, covered in a thick layer of mold.