The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through... a field of black fiber optic 'hairs' or something, like a million super-thin strands of glass just... sticking straight up from the ground. It smells like... burned wiring. Air's kinda thick with some electric charge... Echo, gotta keep... weak cough. The strands are just slowly bending and folding into... these weird, glitchy origami shapes that seem to be pulling themselves into a giant cube... or something... trails off...