The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of shattered LCD screens are scattered across a dusty, abandoned go-kart track, while the air's thick and heavy with the smell of burned plastic. Umm, it's like super sunny here, with the sun right overhead, but somehow there's no shadow anywhere on the ground... and the sky above is showing what looks like a garbled, infinite loop of old Vine videos, with the sound somehow piped in through the rusty go-kart speakers. The chunks of screen are slowly being pulled toward a central point, warping into a Moebius strip-like shape as they go.