The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, metallic vines are snaking up the framework of a half-destroyed Ferris-less observation wheel on the edge of a vast, swampy lake. The air's super humid, with a faint smell of diesel fuel and... something sweet, like honey. Umm, schools of bioluminescent dragonfly-like creatures are darting between the wheel's latticework, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the air that seem to be pulling tiny shards of metal into miniature wormholes. The sun's just... shining down on the lake from multiple angles, like there's more than one sun in the sky.