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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a deep purple above this enormous, abandoned velodrome, and the air's heavy with the smell of burnt rubber and motor oil. Like, the track's surface is overgrown with vines and weeds, but they're somehow perfectly arranged to resemble a glyph from the Pnakotic Manuscripts, and the silence is broken only by the creaking of old wooden grandstands. Umm, hundreds of tiny, chrome-plated robots shaped like Japanese Komainu statues are methodically pedaling invisible bicycles around the track, and the sun's setting at a weird, almost-horizontal angle that casts no shadows anywhere.