The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog seeps out of the empty seats in a vast, abandoned football stadium, casting an eerie stillness over the worn, Astroturf field. Umm, massive, analog clock faces on the scoreboard seem to be displaying an impossible 47-minute hour, their hands twitching in small increments as the fog rolls over the seats like... waves. Air's heavy, humid, and the smell of fresh-cut grass and burned wiring hangs over the field, with an underlying tang that's almost like ozone but isn't. The clock faces seem to be emitting a faint, pulsing hum in sync with their twitching hands.