The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an old, abandoned bowling alley sits on a small, isolated asteroid, somehow still maintaining a perfect, lush lawn around its exterior. Like, the sky above is pitch black, but a warm, golden glow is emanating from within the alley, illuminating lanes covered in a thick layer of sparkling, iridescent dust that seems to be... eating away at the wooden pins. The air is heavy with the scent of freshly waxed floors and it's eerily still, with no sound at all apart from the faint hum of the neon lights reflected perfectly on the surface of the adjacent, totally stationary, black hole.