The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Stars shine down on a dense, frozen forest of towering, crystalline trees, their branches creaking with an electric charge in the still air. Umm, the smell of ozone fills the air, but it's somehow sweet, like sugar is burning somewhere nearby. The forest floor's littered with what looks like shredded circuit boards and cryptocurrency prices etched into the ice, and somehow the trees seem to be growing directly into the sky – their trunks just kinda... stop existing at some point, and the branches keep going up, as if they're anchored in mid-air. It's kinda quiet, except for a constant, muffled hum.