The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a hazy, pink-tinted desert landscape stretches out in every direction, the air thick and dry, like it's mid-afternoon but the sun's nowhere to be seen. Shattered, neon-lit fragments of arcade machines jut out of the sand like skeletal fingers, each one crackling and hissing with an electric charge that makes the air vibrate. The sky above seems to be displaying an infinite loop of buffering animation – a rotating circle that's giving me a weird sense of unease... my vision's starting to blur, and every breath hurts.