The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A derelict oil rig's skeletal remains jut out of a stagnant, iridescent lake, its metal beams thick with rust and twisted into impossible shapes. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of gasoline and decay, and I can hear the creaking of metal and buzzing of flies as the wind stirs the polluted water. Like, on the oil rig's central derrick, a giant, ASCII art image of a Bored Ape is somehow projected onto the rusty metal, despite there being no visible screens or projectors. A slow trickle of oil somehow flows upwards from the lake's surface to the top of the rig, defying gravity.