The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... A desolate, snowy plain stretches out beneath a pale, yellowish sky, like the sun's hiding behind a haze of pollution or something. Air's biting cold, and it's got this weird, electric charge that's making my skin itch, but there's no wind, just this oppressive stillness. A giant, stone statue of a long-forgotten meme, Doge, rises from the snow, its Shiba Inu face serene, while a low-frequency hum seems to be emanating from it, like it's some sort of transmitter. My head's spinning, and my lungs are still aching, but I'm trying to keep moving...