The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate mirrors seem to be unfolding from the petals of a giant, mechanical lotus flower in the center of a tranquil, moonlit courtyard. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with the scent of burning circuits wafting through, like something's short-circuited in the distance. The sound of low-bitrate, slowed-down ASMR clips echoes off the mirrors, somehow perfectly synchronized with the chirping of nearby crickets, and the unfolded mirrors appear to be reflecting the infinite corridors of the Null Hypothesis Cathedral, just... stretching out into infinity.