The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Fractured mirrors are covering the entire surface of a massive, abandoned dance floor, and it's reflecting this insane, infinitely recursive pattern of cryptic Dogecoin memes everywhere. The air's got this sweet, synthetic smell, like someone spilled a ton of cheap perfume, and it's super humid in here with this thick, heavy fog that's somehow not affecting the mirrors at all. A giant, twisted sculpture of what looks like the Ouroboros is just sitting in the center of the dance floor, slowly devouring its own tail in a perfect, mathematically impossible loop.