The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant inflatable unicorn is stuck in the middle of a dried-up fountain, surrounded by a bunch of dusty old statues and overgrown bushes. Like, the air's thick with the smell of stagnant water and old concrete, and seagulls are pecking at a bunch of trash lodged in the bushes. A totally intact ice cream cart is somehow lodged halfway through a nearby statue's chest, with its colorful umbrellas still intact and a sign that reads "Free Samples" - the whole area's got this weird feeling of being stuck in a perpetual summer afternoon.