The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal spires are jutting out of the ground, like, everywhere, with razor-sharp tips that seem to be growing and changing shape right in front of me. The air is charged with this weird, pulsating energy, making all the hairs on my arms stand up, and it smells like wet soil after a spring rain. Umm, a chunk of a Twitch stream is just embedded in the side of one of the spires, still playing a clip of a speedrun on repeat, complete with chat comments and donation alerts scrolling by. The sky above is this pale, milky color with no discernible sun.