The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, fungal growths are bursting out of the seats in this massive, abandoned stadium, like, completely covering them in this thick, velvety layer. The air's super heavy with the smell of damp soil and decaying wood. Above, the sky's a deep, burnt orange, with this giant, 3D projection of the QAnon "drops" board just kinda embedded in the clouds, with posts scrolling by in real-time. And, somehow, the scoreboard is displaying an infinitely long equation that seems to be solving itself.