The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's blazing through the open roof of a massive, half-destroyed Roman Colosseum, illuminating the dust-filled air and a cluster of weird, iridescent vines that're like, totally repainting the stone walls with vibrant, swirling patterns. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and stone, and the sound of loud, mechanical groaning echoes off the ancient architecture as the entire structure's somehow, slowly rotating, the upper levels crumbling into dust. The sky above's a deep, burning orange, with massive, towering clouds shaped like impossible, geometric shapes.