The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... really narrow, winding tunnel made of mirrors... smells kinda like burnt wires. The air's, like, really charged, electric feel, makes my skin prickle... sun's not really visible, just a really faint, pulsing light coming from... somewhere. A Model S Tesla is somehow embedded in the mirror wall, like it's been melted into it or something, with the screen still showing a frozen image of the Vesta asteroid on Wikipedia... Echo, gotta... yawn... keep... going, man... muffled voice.