The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking wildflowers are blooming in every color of the spectrum, bursting out of this endless, perfectly flat sheet of pure crystal... The air's like, charged with electricity, and Umm, I can hear a weird buzzing in the flowers. It's noon or something, with the sun blazing directly overhead. Like, in the distance, I see this mountain range with its peaks made entirely of folded origami paper.