The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the wet surface of a giant, slowly spinning top hat that's somehow stuck to the ceiling of a massive, opulent ballroom. A bunch of candelabras are placed around the room, each one containing like, a hundred candles that are all burning with weird, color-changing flames. The air's thick with the smell of expensive perfume and champagne, and I can hear the sound of a string quartet playing some soothing music in the background. Like, the chandeliers are swaying back and forth on their own, even though the air is perfectly still.