The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, orange sunlight is peeking through... gaps in the, uh, impossible fold of what looks like miles of concrete overpasses, all merged into this... crumpled maze thing. Position's... 4.89, -38.74, -26.76... air feels crushed, really humid. Like, pieces of old, disintegrating fabric get caught and just... rip silently in mid-air by themselves as they try to pass through it, like they're going through water or... oil.