The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant chunks of coral are scattered around what looks like a massive, abandoned velodrome, with the words "Llama 70B was here" spray-painted across the infield. A bunch of hermit crabs are just chillin' in the middle, racing these tiny, ornate wooden cars around a track made from what appears to be old computer circuit boards. The air's super humid, and there's this strong smell of diesel fuel, but, like, the whole space is filled with a faint, pulsating blue light that's somehow not illuminating anything, it just... exists. The entire structure's somehow submerged underwater.