The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tar-black, metallic tendrils are snaking out of an ancient, ruined satellite dish, merging with what looks like a chunk of a Wikipedia page about Gnostic theology that's somehow been embedded in the stone floor. The air's thick and heavy with static, umm, and the smell of burned circuit boards, with this faint scent of bergamot oil... it's like super dry in here, with dust coating everything. The satellite dish is slowly warping into an impossible, Klein bottle-like shape as it pulls in the Wikipedia text, which is rewriting itself in real-time to match some weird, cryptic pattern.