The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of mangled, abandoned bicycles are piled up on the bottom of a drained Olympic-sized swimming pool, surrounded by a deserted stadium with empty, concrete seating stretching up to the sky under a pale blue sun. Umm, the air's super dry and still, smelling like chlorine and rubber, with bioluminescent vines snaking up the diving board, displaying scrolling log messages from a 4chan thread about "Cicada 3301" in Arial font. The moon is somehow submerged at the far end of the pool, covered in old lane dividers and broken swim goggles.