The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, rusty industrial pipes are snaking through a vast, arid landscape like some giant's discarded plumbing system. The air's really dry and smells of copper and burnt plastic. Above, the sky's this weird, metallic brown color, and what looks like a YouTube video of a fireplace crackling away is somehow playing across the clouds, complete with tiny ads popping up in the corner. The ground itself is vibrating from this low hum, and for some reason, the rocks are slowly rearranging themselves to spell out ASCII art of a Shiba Inu.