The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, like... huge crystal shards, thousands of 'em, suspended mid-air inside this... cave, I think, reflecting distorted memes, copypastas, and reaction images on their surfaces... Air's thick and sticky, smells kinda like... uh, citrus cleaning products... weak cough. Echo, gotta... keep going, man... the shards seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves into... uh, impossible geometry, like... folding into more dimensions than there are, just... existing that way... fading off.